a year to the day
Written by elizabeth
on 6 September, 2006
i can hardly believe the time has passed
unlike so much of my new life
getting through this year
couldn't be rushed
the ebb and flow of each season
just rolled through my life
each with it's own set of distinctive memories
i visited our cottage recently
i stood in the yard
until i was invited in
to walk through the rooms
I listened to fading echos
the crunch of your tires on the gravel driveway
the sounds
of you calling from the front door,
singing in the shower
and laughing through the late hours until early morning.
These days - I can' t think of you without smiling .






