Remember for Me

by John Stevens

When the curtain draws closed on my mind
And leaves my body alone.
Think of the times we were together,
The times we talked on the phone.
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Remember the times we would walk on the beach.
Hand in hand always in reach.
The moments we shared - together each day.
The love we shared in every way.

Though the hours get long that make up a day.
While you are sitting with me in your caring way.
Remember the times we would take a long walk.
We would get an ice cream, just sit and talk.
Remember. Remember for me.
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Remember the seasons of flowers in bloom.
We’d walk through the meadow, nature’s room.
We’d hunt down asparagus along a fence row.
Bring home a bunch and fix it just so.

Remember at Christmas the lights on the tree.
The gifts for the children from you and me.
The smells of the season that filled the air.
The laughter and joy of people who care.
Remember. Remember for me.
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Remember the moments our thoughts would blend.
No spoken word between us would send.
The thoughts of love and things to be.
Would cross the distance ‘tween you and me.

Tell me over and over again,
Of the things we use to do and when,
Times of laughter and times of fun
We had together, under the sun.
Remember. Remember for me.
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When the curtain draws closed on my mind.
And leaves my body alone.
Think of the times we were together,
The times we talked on the phone.

As yesterday’s memories caress your soul.
Close your eyes, imagine us whole.
Where some day we will be together again
Where memories won’t fade, we will again begin.
Remember. Remember for me.

© (4-20-03) John L. Stevens

Author's Note

It took weeks for my best critic, my wife, to read it. She cried. Maybe because this may be US in the future. Thank you for the encouragement.

Reviews

[ice]

Very nice, John..a romantic,emotional poem..classic/timeless in its delivery.
I enjoyed reading it.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

John, this piece brings tears to my eyes and also brings joy. I can picture the joy and memories that these words would bring to a poet's wife if he leaves this world before her. She can read them over and over again and relive those beautiful memories anytime. What a treasure.