We'll come and go
like the season of snow,
leaving behind only memories
to those whose heart we've touched.
As long as I can write
I'll take a little bit of time,
to leave a part of you and I
in words on a page.
When we are no longer here
I hope that someone will share,
the simple words of love
that documents you and I.
Like the breeze to my cheek
I was gifted with memory ,
or it could have been the flowers
that to my heart empowered?
The sun is shining
and my heart is not denying
that you warm me
through and through.
