I think sometimes you are still here.

Your hand is wrinkled and paper thin

For me to hold onto.

Eyes the color of the ocean,

Twinking in the light.

Your blue sweater,

Frayed and fragile 

But it never bothered you.

I wish you were still here so you could have seen me grow.

You had the strength and endurance of a lion;

Fearless.

Your bold bright blue eyes comfort me in the darkest of times.

My love for you is a bond never ending;

Infinity.

I see you as you sit in your blue sweater with your sparkling blue eyes 

In your tan chair covered in plastic,

As you sit, you smile,

And it glistens in the light; 

Always reflecting off your blue eyes.

I love you to the moon and back.