By Lana Golembeski -

All that remains are the memories

Of your laugh, your smile, and you.

Faded photographs remind me of happier times

I look at your pictures

I touch your face

Your hair

But it isn’t you.

Those are just pictures that bring back the

Memories

I can see your love of life

Your love of friends

Your love of living

In each picture of your life.

But those pictures end

Too soon for someone like you.

I long to touch your beautiful hair

To hear your wonderful laugh

To give you a big hug

To hear your stories of your life.

I want to take you shopping once again

And to lavish you with silly

and wonderful things.

I have no one to spoil anymore;

No one to call me “mom”;

No one to tell me that they love me.

And I long to hold you once again and

To whisper in your ears how much I love you…until the end of time.