the echo of a voice
a low chuckle
and a promise
comes though loud
and clear
and honest
i close my eyes
and lean into it
and smile
memories are at times
the blessing
at others, the trial
traces of my own life
fade away into the wind
as they should
and I am reminded how
i always knew
they would
and the worrying about it
didn’t change a thing
about the way my life
is today
and if there was any difference
that my presence made
i will never know of it
anyway
les’nspired
