A lock of hair,a baby tooth
A shirt you wore when you were two.
A card you made, a ball you threw,
Is that all I’ve left of you?
I close my eyes and wipe a tear,
For all we’ve lost, the time, the years.
I see your smile, your voice comes through.
I search for any thought of you.
I see him here, his arms enfold,
The part of me that’s left to hold.
And suddenly, I see it’s true,
You left to him, a part of you.