J. A. Napper

 

Do you remember the swings and slides,

the times spent together on seesaw rides?

A small walk to the neighborhood park,

listening to your giggles ‘til dark. 

 

I cherish your precious smiles;

through longing’s ache, I count the miles.

Time and distance are fickle things,

never meant to diminish what hope brings.

 

Maybe our paths will cross in this life,

and we can build again, where love is rife.

Your name means virtue, favor, and grace—

Can you read my feelings in this space?

 

I trust you’ll see beyond the malice

that hardens the heart like a callous.

I’m never too far to still hear

a melody so soft, pure, and clear.