
A Bouquet of Remembrance
When I am gone, come sit by my grave
And bring along your memories
A gift of days, water-colored and soft as rain,
Of mirth and laughter, rolling in waves to drive away the sorrow
Of holidays dusted in snow and warm sun-kissed days along the ocean shore
Of mittened fingers and drawstring hoods
Of sand and sunscreen and swimsuits
Of ice crystals clinging to the windows
And flowers bursting through the soil in spring, a profusion of splendor.
Tie them all together with a wistful smile and set them by my side
A bouquet of memories more beautiful and enduring than any bouquet of roses.
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