Your Touch

At quite a silly time today,
you popped into my mind!
A bowl is all I reached up for
but mem'ries, I did find.

I recollected all the times
('cuz there was more than one),
my pile of dishes got quite high.
You came and they were done!

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I turned around to get the milk
my cereal did seek--
my fridge could tell some tales of you
if only it could speak.

How many times have I come home,
the workday fin'lly through,
and found a meal awaiting me;
a caring letter too?

I went into my sunroom, next;
my cereal to eat.
One shade was up and one was down,
uneven and unneat.

I next, went outside to my truck;
I'd left something out there.
A bunch of pamphlets caught my eye.
You'd picked them up, somewhere.

I came back in and down, I sat
in my warm, comfy chair.
Then I could see a gift from you
so clearly, from right there.

I went upstairs. Perhaps I'd clean.
My bedroom's quite unkept.
Your robe was lying where 'twas tossed
when, last time here, you slept.

I saw the laundry all piled up.
It's time, that job, to do.
I noticed then, that half my clothes
are compliments of you.

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I turned around and brushed my head
on hanging mistletoe.
It seems your touch is ev'rywhere,
no matter where I go!

You've touched so much, I'm finding out.
I look and I see you:
the couch, you planned someday to move,
the bank I owe much to.

Need I go on? I could, you know.
The memories of us
are so prevailing in my home
they're just ubiquitous!

I went into the bathroom--dark.
...Recalled your recent plight:
"You need new bulbs," you said to me,
"I need a little light!"

I went upstairs to Whitney's room.
...Saw snakes of chords up there.
'Twas here you'd plug in all your stuff
when you would do your hair.

These simple sights, I've seen them all
so many times before.
But now they bring back thoughts of things
I fear will be, no more.

Then Puffs, I saw which you had brought
and placed beside the bed.

The hearts you stuck about the house, I saw
then stopped and read.

When I told Mac about the hearts
on next rehearsal night
He said, "She's much too good for you!"
I wonder. Was he right?

These recollections of my past;
I shan't trade one of these.
But it'd be nice to know that there'd
be future memories.

Old cards and letters, that is where
most mem'ries, past, abound.
But in my home, each step I take,
those memories are found.

These mem'ries all about me,
how they mingle with the mess.
But never would I trade a one!
They all are treasures!

They're Oh! so ever-present!
Ev'ry spot and one I see!
But these are gifts deserving thanks!
A blessing came to me!