IN REMBERANCE

Fading blue jeans, fading light,
Fading pictures, fading night
Time leaves traces but only this
Memories of laughter and first kiss

Etched deeply now and quick to the core
Echoing sounds of never more
Tears of sadness and some of joy
As I remember man and boy

A wonderful gift he came to me
Bound with string and yet so free
A late romance laced with hope
But too soon gone and I must cope

His smile so sweet; eyes blue and bright
A presence to carry me through this night
We now abide in different places
While my heart fingers fading traces
--
Brenda A. Elliott November 1, 2006