Among the daisies full of bloom.

Down by the tree, swinging with glee.

Tiny feet stomping through puddles.

Balancing on a log trying to pull me along.

…Those were the days…But…

Where are you now?

Today, right this instant?

Not here…

Not there…

Not anywhere I can see.

Can you hear me?

My tears hitting the pillow at night.

Can you hear me?

Jaded and angry that you have gone away.

Where are you?  Can I come too?

“No“, she said quiet and low…

“It’s not your time, but when the time is due…

…I’ll be the first to show you where I have been waiting for you”.