Did you visit me today
As I walked upon the sand?
Was it the breeze that caressed my arm
Or was it the touch of your hand?
Was it your tender touch
That swept my hair behind my ear?
Was it your thumb or was it the wind
That wiped away the tear?
Did you visit me today
As I strolled on nature's path
Where we once walked together
Did I really hear you laugh?
Is it you I feel so near me
As I go along my way?
Do you hear me ask each morning
"Will you visit me today?"
Visit me again, another place, another time?
I know you didn't wish to go
And leave me here behind.
Are you giving me a sign
That you are still mine?
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Comments: 3
What a gentle, beautiful poem, Marie.
My eyes are misting as I read this as I am reminded of all the times I've felt that way. I was so furious and felt so left alone that he left me behind to fend for myself, to find a new life.
Ah, I'm sorry I made you feel sad, Rose, and sorry too that you've experienced loss. I wrote that after my husband died in 2000. No one can take his place. "Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all" comes to mind.
I read in the paper today that Audubon Magazine is having a photography contest (Birds in Focus), and I immediately thought of you. For details, go to www.AudubonMagazinePhotoAwards.com. They are accepting submissions on line until July 15th. Check it out and good luck.