Donna Smith Poetry

Can I catch your whisper on a breeze blowing by?
Or see your image as I turn the TV dial

I miss your aura…your gentle spirit
I can’t hear, see touch or feel it

Where is my counsel, my confidant, my closest friend?
How could time just pass us by without a word you send?

With your pen I write this
With your heart in mind
Hope you catch my whisper on a breeze blowing by.

Poet: Donna Smith