GinNie Tanner Smith (1948 / Seymor, Indiana)
Gin-Nie Tanner Smith
January 15,2013, Copy Right 2013 ©
Miles are between us, there is naught one step towards or from I can't recall,
The pure joy, the angst; the love and laughter; betrayal or trust, we had it all;
Were it possible to lay my fingers upon your check to soothe the stress away,
Or to gently stroke your forearm to relax the angst or pull of the day;
There are days under dark, ominous clouds that both warms and chills as one,
As a fireside that warmed our hearts and souls, or pathways in the sun;
Recalling walks while sharing the sunlight dancing within a crystal spring thaw,
Captured within the rare moments of silent communication to oft recall;
The shadow of your face reveals to heed your call, as if need me there,
I can only dispatch that my loving spirit remains forever in your care;
Yes, distance between us, yet the shadows follow along the path,
Echoes of the past to sate and silent steps that track us back.
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