On the Wings of a Memory

On the wings of a memory I saw a vision of you there,
With rainbows in your eyes and heaven's light in your hair.
I reached for your hand just one more touch,
Is it asking for a miracle is it asking too much?
I feel your presence on the wind I smell you on the rain,
Just one more time to have your laughter ease the pain.
To see that wonderful little grin on your face,
To have your smile light up even the darkest place.
If it were possible, I'd pray you back home with the dawn,
But then again, on the wings of my memories you're not really gone.

a poem by Annette Hamilton

Sometimes you don't realize what you have until you lose it.
December 24th, 2007 - June 24th, 2008