Everywhere and nowhere
By Tracy Hinton 11-10-22
I hear your voice,
In the rustling leaves.
I feel your touch,
In the gentle breeze.
I see your face,
In the floating clouds.
You’re everywhere.
And nowhere.
And I miss you.
Categories: Poetry
grief and loss
Grandmama’s Mountain
When my grandpa passed away a few years ago, my grandma asked me to write a poem for his funeral. It was difficult to write a poem under those circumstances, but I did. A couple Read more…
2 Comments
Rae · November 15, 2022 at 7:49 am
You do have a way with words! Understand.
tracy.hinton@gmail.com · November 17, 2022 at 7:04 am
Thanks Mom!