I Wonder

1/13/11

I Wonder

By Hillary Boulter

I often sit and wonder

what it might be like

or what things you might see

I try to get a perspective

on the person you had seen in me

Its not easy looking past heavens gates

to see the life you now live

or to learn of my mistakes

what would you think of me?

If you could whisper in my ear

would you tell me,

that "you loved me"

"I wish I could hold you near"

or maybe " I am so sorry"

or even "I wish I could be there"

I often think of what it might be like

to hear you say anything once more

or to feel the gentle touch of your hand in mine

as I walk through an open door.

Dreaming, wondering, thinking, remembering,

is all I get to do for now.

Till that day comes again.

Hoping to see you've waited for me on the other side

And to hear you tell me of all  these things I wonder now.

I had to rewrite the poem above to have it fit for the Organ Donor Network Memorial to Celebrate the lives of those who have passed but helped to share the gift of life to someone else in need. As Blaine did. So here is the shortened version I wrote in memory of Blaine.

I wonder

By Hillary Boulter

Blaine H. Gilmer

June 23,1983 -July 25, 2010

I often sit and wonder

what it might be like looking past heavens gates,

to know what things you see.

or wondering what you think of the world you left behind.

I wonder if you would whisper in my ear

that "you loved me",

"I wish I could hold you near"

or maybe "I wish I could be there"

I often think of how it would feel,

the gentle touch of your hand in mine

or see you walk through an open door.

Dreaming, wondering, thinking, remembering,

Till that day comes again.

seeing you've waited for us

on the other side.