Ode To My Husband

Skeleton Lake

M. Brent Munroe | January 2, 2004

A year has disappeared, as quickly as you left. At times I cannot grasp the truth, I only know you rest. No one to tell me about the trees, and I wonder as I wander. I wander here without you, thinking you’re “just over the way”.

I imagine that you’re coming home and you’ll be here to stay. At last you would be settled and never go away.

Then I “awake” from the fog I’m in, and know that it is true. You have gone home, but it’s ok, cause God’s right there with you.

And I wonder as I wander, who will tell me about the trees. I know you died a sober man; I know that you loved me.

You had a place in so many hearts, you never felt quite free. You gave for the sake of giving, a partner you learned to be.

And I wonder as I wander, who will tell me about the trees.

So many people miss you, for the friend they had in you, I know they wish that you’d drop in, or call with a story or a two Not sure they know just what we had, or how much I loved you.

And I wonder as I wander, who will tell me about the trees.

I can talk about the children and how “ripped off” they feel. They wonder too, who will tell “their” kids, the stories “they” need to hear.

The babies just keep coming, the ones “Bump” will never see. And I wonder as I wander, why you aren’t here with me.

If Love had roots that ran so deep, and never set you free You would be here to tell us all, about that Great White Tree.

Love, Emerald

Brent and Emerald

Brent and Emerald

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