Quietly I sit here
See before my eyes
Memories of special things
That fill my heart with sighs

Today I saw you smiling
With love you gave to me
In this special attic
All love comes naturally

I hear your voice that whispers
I hear the words you say
The smile you gave so sweetly
The love that you portrayed

My heart so filled with blessings
They sit here in the past
This touch of fleeting moment
Forever it will last

Dreaming in this special place
The laughter I can hear
Set within the treasury
Of all that I hold dear

Gently as I walk away
Each gift I take with me
Saw your face again today
These dreams held reverently.

~ Francine Pucillo ~
©Copyright September 14, 2003