Saturday, October 31, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
For Rose and Val Costa
1925 - 2009
What I will miss most
It was in her laugh
It was in his smile
The way she twinkled when I talked to her
The whispers in my ear
The hopes she had for me
The secrets we shared
The way he beamed as he watched
The little jokes he told
That expression of wonder on his face
The tilt of his head
Her happy delight in my stories
His magic fingers as he played a serenade
The way she watched him
The way he looked at her
The joy in the little things
These things I will always long for
These things I was blessed to share
Pamela Parks Costa
Oct. 2009
What I will miss most
It was in her laugh
It was in his smile
The way she twinkled when I talked to her
The whispers in my ear
The hopes she had for me
The secrets we shared
The way he beamed as he watched
The little jokes he told
That expression of wonder on his face
The tilt of his head
Her happy delight in my stories
His magic fingers as he played a serenade
The way she watched him
The way he looked at her
The joy in the little things
These things I will always long for
These things I was blessed to share
Pamela Parks Costa
Oct. 2009