(for Bonnie 12/15/2011)
those fields won't miss your running feet
but we will.
the fireplace won't miss your nearness
but we will.
some will say 'it was just a dog; you don't have to cry'
but we will.
and some spring day, when the sky is bright and the air is warm
and God's earth is filled with life, we'll be tempted to think of you
and we will.
© 2011 (Bolingbrook, IL)
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