Marina

It’s disheartening how fast time seems to pass
to disappear into the wings of my life
awaiting its next rehearsal on the stage of the eternal
and how few of the faces I remember from my past.
Mark yours.

And I wonder why…
What is it that leaves some, and not others, etched into the walls of my soul?
The only answer I can find:
Love.
So powerful that not even time – and it’s constant tide – can wash it from the crevices of my existence.

Your memory
it hangs within me.
Deep on the hallowed halls of my subconscious.
Enriching every fibre.
Warming my present
All because of the love you carried into my life – and that of my children.
Not from effort or I bet, even thought
just because it’s who you are
it’s part of your breath
your way
love is just you.
And now, you I’ll never forget.