The way the wind blows through my hair,
That’s how I know you’r everywhere
You may be far, but you’re still with me,
You’re in the air,
And in the sea.
You’re in the house that I live in,
You’re in the words I say.
I love you although you are gone,
And I think of you everyday.
By Hillary Lacombe
Tripp Middle School
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