Without him the spring will come;
Daffodils slowly unfold;
Will I still feel him near
As the brown earth turns green and gold?

The world became a darker place,
Unlit by the light of his love;
But sometimes in quiet moments
I sense him watch from above.

The days without him are lonely
Yet he's only passed from my sight;
Just ahead of me on life's journey
To that beautiful world of light.

I will feel him near me at springtime
When a year without him has gone;
For we shared such a wondrous love
Through my heart and soul he'll live on.

Copyright Marian Jones

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