I think of you, and the memory you leave,

soft notions that dance in my head.

Oh how bittersweet can be these holidays,

when what it is we love remains out of reach.

I think of you to help me through the maze,

and a sweet serenity shields my grief.

Someone once spoke of serendipity,

I realized it could only probably be you.

So now my days as age moves me forward,

I may remember kindness in our time.

Sweet memories offer a lovely melody,

Our lives have purpose so we might love.