With my feet in the cool clear water,

I sat alone on the end of the dock,

The sun warming my neck and shoulders,

once in a while I'd skip a few rocks.

The sky was clear as the window of time,

as were my memories of you,

I so remember enjoying our mornings,

watching nature bathe in the dew.

You would hold the rose between your fingers,

and smell it's fragrance in,

Then you'de smile and look far away,

and gently touch my aging skin.

Each day we'd walk to the end of the drive,

so you could keep up your strength,

And I remember the disappointment in your face,

when you found you couldn't go the full length.

It was then I knew that one day soon,

I'd be left here all alone,

That you would sleep the eternal rest,

that the living always calls upon.

Sometimes I hear your voice on the wind,

and I feel your embrace in my dreams,

I see your smile in my own reflection,

and your warmth in the bright sun beams.

Each morning I walk our very same path,

and I stop to smell the rose,

I watch the birds as they flutter their wings,

in the meadow where the honeysuckle grows.

This morning as I took our path,

it's length I could not make,

Then I noticed the rose had faded,

and I felt my tiring heart ache.

I'll rest here by the water's edge,

and then be on my way,

Wake now and take my hand Dear one,

for I'll be joining you today.