The Gifts Left Behind
In my mind I can see the garden
That he loved and tended with care
Vibrant and green and alive again
And I know that he still abides there.
In my mind I can see the smile
That would pass over his face with glee
But recalled, it can still come to me.
In my mind I can see the protectiveness
That he covered me in like a glove
And I know the gift that he left me
Is the word and the hope of love
In my mind I can see the spirit
That stood strong against adversity
And somehow know that his spirit
Is alive and well within me.
In my mind I can see these gifts
That my father left behind for me
Will see me through with comfort and strength
For all now and eternity
Gladwyne Abel Weisser