Like a memory I'm slowly fading.
Before you know it I'm gone.
In your dreams I'll appear to you,
And you'll know I was there all along.
When the breeze brushes you arm,
When the sun kisses your cheek,
Or when a rainbow smiles your way.
When the summer grass hugs you,
The autumn air fills you,
Or Winter's first snow tucks you in.
When Spring comes 'round
there's new life everywhere.
And you'll know...I was there.
I like your poem, Kelly. It makes me think of Grandaddy. His death is already beginning to seem like a dream and not reality. I know he will always be with each of us. He has always been "there" for each of us.