In the first warm days of springtime
when the winter chill is through
each waking thought and closing prayer
begins and ends with you.
Like the daffodil and crocus
that survive the bitter snow
my soul is gently lifted up
and is warmed by sunlight’s glow.
It’s a time of fresh renewal,
a beginning – not an end,
and oh, how much I miss you,
my daughter and my friend.
So I’ll take the warmth of springtime
and hold it close to me,
to help me through the winter storms
till your face once more I see.
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