For the Sweet Purity of Your Loving Memory

sick and bedridden, your spirit still shines you share stories of your life's experiences....and i am glad to listen if i could have had even a tenth of your experiences, i would be a professional storyteller who owned a black cadillac and black suitcase set your faith is your strength your smile is your medicine your wisdom is your escape a listening ear is your source of reason many just nod their head many just shrug their shoulders many just roll their eyes like 'yeah whatever' i choose to take the philosophical endoskeleton of your anecdotes in and apply them all to my life so that through your influence i may also grow in continuum well and full of life, your memory will always continue to breathe in me and through me....i pour water on this fertile ground for the sweet purity of your loving memory