For Laura and Bob
Do you see the star in the center of the morning glory?
That is me greeting you at first light.
Do you hear the music in the rustling leaves?
That is me, whispering your name.
Do you feel the warmth of the blankets at night?
Notice the moon shining across the floor?
Hear the owl calling to its mate?
That is me, watching over you while you sleep.
When you touch the faces of our grandchildren
When you give advice to our children
When you reach out to embrace the goodness of the world,
That is me, loving you and being with you