April 2, 1939

I heard your voice today,
Echoing of the leaves
As the wind carried
The sound away.

I felt Your touch,
A small stroke
On my arm,
From the wind
That called your voice.

I saw you,
In the reflection
Of a slow flowing river.
Then, it disappeared
From the ripple in water.

You disappeared,
But you’re not gone.
You’re all around us,
Whispering, Touching, Looking.

Where will you be tomorrow?
Here, or there?
Continue to guide us,
Protect us.

I hear your voice everyday,
As the wind whispers
Through the tall grass,
And fields of your favorite flowers.

Happy Birthday Momma,
Thank you for blessing
Us with the gift of life.

~Carrie Labiak ~