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

      Perhaps now only a precious memory

      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