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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