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plucking away at the strings of my heart
playing a soulful harmony
that lights the deep darkness inside
a warm golden glow that fills me
with over flowing love for you
and your memory
a year has passed, over three hundred days...
and somehow I can still feel
your gentle loving smile
pressed upon my shoulders
telling me its all okay
and that everything will be fine
a package arrived the other day
a letter attached in your handwriting
it threw me off, for a moment
I thought you were still alive
but the letter filled me with reality
even after passing you show your love for me
and all wrapped up in really old lace
was the instrument that you loved to play
a deep red brown harp...
tuned to perfection
and instilled with the spirit of you
and your last written words made my eyes fill with tears
"Make my harp play again...I
trust that you will take better care of it than me...
I know you always wanted to learn..."
I cradled your harp close to my heart
as I read your letter over and over...
and it still makes me cry
5-13-99
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