The steel blue urn sits empty and quiet
Delicate baby breathe tremble and fills around
A dozen red roses in a fragile crystal vase
I search the photograph that captures your free spirit
Long blonde hair blowing in the wind riding without a helmet
Daring to live on the open road
Above an easel holds a self-portrait
A hermit climbs his own rugged path
Only you know where it leads
Resting below a black guitar case with well worn brass locks
Your music silenced
Your gentle voice
Remains in my heart
About Me
- Terry Andrews
- I was born the first day of spring; destined to be eternally hopeful.Almost a flower child, coastal transplant and perennial advocate in the garden of children. Late bloomer blessed with special children one of each variety. I am triumphant survivor; (10/97)cancer free, free lance writer and free style Hip Hop dancer, moving forward one step in front of the other.