When You Ask
When you ask about her
Leave your fears at the door
Your questions open each window
Watch the sunlight stream in
I see her infectious grin
The soft hand inside mine
Come, sit, let me tell you
These times are too rare
When you ask about her
You give me permission
And I need this sunshine
Like daily bread
I can warm these rooms
With the life-giving memories
When you ask about her
You bring the flowers that never die.
by Alice J. Wisler