“It’s a bad day,” I’d hear you say.
“Oh, no it’s not my dear.
It is a really good day, because you are still here.”
I’d take your hand
And gaze into those deep dark eyes of blue
And say again, “Oh sweetheart, how much I do love you.”
And for a while there’d only be
The two of us sitting there.
You in your “lazy boy” and me in my comfy old chair.
Now your chair is empty
But my memories are good
We knew that time was limited
And we did all we could
And though your memory is softened
I’ll always think of you
And how you spoke such volumes with those eyes of deep dark of blue.
