I Passed Your House Today

. . . every day I drive home, I think of my friend, Bess.      by Pamela Joy
 

A teardrop slithers from my eye I passed your house today. I never thought I'd miss this much My friend, dear Bessie Mae.   A heart ache pierces through my soul I passed your house today. The wind keeps playing with the leaves A farmer bales his hay.   The simple words you used to say Your gripping grinning stare, "Have you had your hug today?" As you'd squeeze out all my air.   The world keeps spinning day to day The rivers flow down stream The flowers bloom, the rabbits hide And little children dream.   The grass gets greener from the rain The birch tree grows so tall When rotten boards fell from the deck I didn't care at all.   Time wiggles quickly from my grasp And marches out the door. As much as I'd have it stop today, The years pass more and more.   A tear drop trickles down my nose I passed your house today. You don't live there any more I miss you Bessie Mae.

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