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A Bouquet of Remembrance by Kathleen Chamberlin



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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