Bottom of the Ocean Shore

A rose lies waiting at the bottom of the ocean shore.
In my heart I hear your voices knocking at my door:
A music so sweet, so loving, so caring, it burns the tips of my soul.
Daily I would cry knowing I wasn't there to hold you close.

Along the way I'll pick you some roses, and cast them down by your feet.
So the footprints I leave leads them to believe, you'll always have a place in the family's tree.

The comfort you had given to me, you, and our children.
Yes, I remember the feelings we shared every day, and memories that vanished along the way.

Daily when time passes us by, I'll do my best to brush those teardrops away.
In the memorial of my aching heart.
Your remembrance will share the most important part.

Each day the sun rises and every evening the sun sets.
You'll be the one we miss the most.



(In Memories of Juliana Williams)