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From wherever you are

From wherever you are
Walk me again in the morning amble,
Kicking leaves and picking apples.

My eyes are yours to use
Scan the horizon
Dwell on a haphazard rock pile
Or a scraggly branch
And see the beauty no one else saw.

I learned from you how to see.
You marveled. I grew in wonder.

From wherever you are
Your ears hear again
The rustling leaves’ music.
And we smell the autumn crisp,
And walk in your tree garden.

Your laugh augers sunshine.
I am happy to see you again.

Seeing the morning day as you saw--
Remembering it so--
Eases the loss of you.

        Kristin Robie 2016