For Anton Erland Bloomquist

By Anna Sorenson

I see you running
In a meadow of spring flowers.
You are perfect and at peace.
There are others, too
All basking in the light of the sun.

But my heart still breaks
When I think of you.
My loss far outweighs thoughts of your joy.

You will never run in earthly meadows.
I cannot know you, or hold you
Or kiss your lovely face.

But the day is coming
When reunion will take place.
I will know you, and hold you,
And kiss your beautiful face.
Wait for me.
I love you.



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