In Rememberence

just..remembering..

A playful smile

Surrounded by artsist lines

Hand designed.

A pasture flourished with hay

And an empty hammock.

Swinging near that glass of sweet tea.

Birds sing a chipper tune as the sun shines its bronze gaze.

As you run free and sound.

"I love you"

The words haunt the holes

That were left when God took you back home.

But this is how you are remembered.

True and sound.

Making the choice to save

The treasures trusted to you.

By answering the final call God send to you.

You allowed your wings to spread

And return to your father.

You did a good job

And this is how we will always remember

You.

Author's Note

..its a poem..of remembering...yup..