I hear him.
I hear his laughter,
I hear his song.
I hear his, "I love you,"
Even though he's gone.
I hear him.
I hear his footsteps,
I hear his voice.
I hear his teachings,
I have no choice.
I hear him.
I hear him in the creek,
Across the floor.
Even as,
He will not walk those steps-
Like before.
I hear him.
I hear him in an opening
Of the kitchen door.
I hear him as a tractor
In the distance,
Reaches out for more.
I hear him.
I hear him in the stream,
That runs outside our home.
I hear him in the pasture,
Where his cattle used to roam.
I hear him.
I hear him-
As he so patiently waits,
To greet us at
Heaven's Pearly Gates.
I hear him.
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