One of your oldest friends said
I have your eyes.

And I wonder if I see the world the
same as you did.

Probably not — it evolves as it revolves —
yet I saw you.

Everyday work, being paid for kindness
with nursing hands.

Everyday love, raising kids and six churches —
THE preacher’s wife.

Everyday wonder, dreaming of Britain and babies —
my phone anchor.

Every day longed for. Eight years now.
Never not missed.