Those We Love

Those we love don't go away; They stay beside us every day. They’re with us in the morning light, And sit with us in the twilight. Sometimes they come to our room; It’s believed they ward off approaching gloom. We can feel their presence near, And wonder at its mystique, without fear. Those we love can be our inspiration, The foundation of our creation. We know that one day they’ll be gone, And we’ll see life through the eyes of another dawn. We write odes to preserve cherished memories; Bit by bit, they become stories. We can find those we love in the meadow of the mind, Enshrined by the solitary wind. July 23, 2025.