| Though that wintry day denuded life's foliage of your green shoots My heart can still feel the warmth of your smile the light of your laughter the joy of your spirit of you.
Though waiting for that springtime of your return may wear out a life or two, I hold steadfast the hope of future memories with you the love of being filled once more with your warmth and joy, with the sight of you, worth the wait.
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Mine can, too...definitely.
This is beautiful, as always, Andrew bud. It could just as easily have been written for a further-down-the-track Ennis, with Jack in mind, I do think. Once some time had passed, and a lot of guilt had evaporated.
Your poems and prose always seem to work on many levels, and definitely are a balm to the hearts of we who love and miss Heath. Thank you.