That sudden smile, that sudden tear,
That remembrance of one so dear.
That faith that grows within my soul,
That love that makes my torn heart whole.
That feeling that I’m not alone,
That warmness that is not my own.
That wish that one day I will see
That face, that means so much to me.
That hand that I can hold again,
That prayer that will not be in vain.
That knowledge that you’re always near,
That voice that I so love to hear.
That vision that I have so clear,
That starts a smile, that brings a tear.
© Ernestine Northover
Ernestine Northover
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