" HER VISIT "

I can still smell her hair
On my pillow case,
The memory, of her arms
Around me each morning
Comes to me, each sunrise
As loving embrace....

She warms me as if
I were a child,
Being comforted by an angels
Smiling face,
She's even more
On the tip of my tongue
For her quintessential
Glow, is gone......

A thousand miles away
And yet,
She is here each day
Still taking
My breath,
Away....

Tony Taylor    (Chicago)