Game of Make Believe

Your photo stands upon my desk

smiling straight at me,

And I can almost hear you voice

as once it used to be.

I see you in a teasing mood...

The mischief in your eyes,

and then becoming serious

and O, so very wise.

I play a game of make believe

while I am sitting here,

I like to think you're watching me

as if you thought me near.

Sometimes it's hard to comprehend

That you are far away;

Because your photo's on my desk

I see you every day.

All My Love,

Bert