Stories in the wind

You taught me how to find my voice,
To sing with joy, to make the choice,
In fields of flowers, you’d describe,
The secret cures that nature hides.
We laughed until the sunsets came,
Barefoot adventures, wild and untamed,
Skipping stones across the river’s face,
In those memories, I find my place.
Oh, I miss your gentle guide,
Through the seasons, side by side,
Tales of youth and family lore,
Your stories opened every door.
Around the fire, your stories told,
Of ghosts and glories, both new and old,
The echoes of your childhood days,
In whispered words, your voice still plays.
Lessons learned while on your knee,
Like roots of trees, they anchor me,
In dreams we dance till morning's light,
You soothe my soul through the night.
Oh, I miss your gentle guide,
Through the seasons, side by side,
Tales of youth and family lore,
Your stories opened every door.
Though time has drawn a line so fine,
I know your heart remains with mine,
Through stormy skies and troubled seas,
You watch over and comfort me.
I'd call to share my every day,
To tell you how I've found my way,
Despite the storms my heart endured,
Your love, my strength, has reassured.
Now in silence, I hear your voice,
Guiding me to make my choice,
In every challenge, large or small,
Your spirit lifts, I stand tall.
Oh, I miss your gentle guide,
Through the seasons, side by side,
Tales of youth and family lore,
Your stories opened every door.
In every flower, every breeze,
I find your presence, sense your ease,
Though unseen, your love's embrace,
Lights my path, fills my space.