Dreaming of Jeanette

It’s your blood that fills my pulse 

Thumping full with pride 

A teacher, friend, debunker of falseness ,a philosopher of kind 

You taught me how to be strong 

And when to show I’m weak 

Gave me a home where I could belong 

Wiped tears from off my cheek

Allowed me time to say my piece 

Just to stop me at a glance 

Eyes which told me time to cease

Yet would allow another chance 

still you comfort, as selfishly I grieve 

When it’s hurts to much, or so it seems 

You remind me that you will never leave 

As you visit me in my dreams