I thought this poem was appropriate for remembrance sunday.
Thinking of You
You are the bird that sits on my windowsill
The one that wakes me every morning,
You are the milk that turns my coffee sweet,
You are the warmth of the coat on a windy day
You are the cool lemonade after a run,
You are the love note past from the boy,
You are the earth little secrets told,
You are the butterfly that hatches from its chrysalis,
You are the child that holds your hand,
You are a leaf blown up by the wind,
You are the first drop of rain after a drought,
You are the forgotten dream returning,
You were my angel coming to play,
Because I love you
And always thinking of you.
