Even now I see your face
Faded blue eyes shining with Joy
As you show me the oriole on your feeder.
Long ago you nurtured
-this bird love in my heart,
--this God love in my heart,
--this love for all of nature.
I remember the last time I saw you,
Shrunken and gnome-like
With the pink, leathery skin of old age,
Yet eyes that still shone like a child’s.
Oh how I loved you, and love you still.
I think of you now like a constant thing,
Like birds, and God’s Love.
I knew the last time I saw you
It would be our last good-bye,
You were 102 then—time had run out on you.
I hugged you tight while tears
streamed down my face in a flood.
I could tell I was but a faded memory
In your aged mind,
But, you still loved me,
you still loved God,
and you still loved the birds.
I wanted to hold you so tight
as if my love could keep you
from the inevitable.
How is it that you are gone from this life,
Yet still so alive in my heart?
In the birds I see everyday
—I see you,
—I see Love.
If parting is such sweet sorrow,
Then remembering is sweeter still,
And saying Good-bye is but a brief moment in time.
~For Trudy Smith (read more here)
~Kathie Adams Brown (April 6, 2013)