Friday, June 22, 2012

The Shape of a Memory

Don’t forget me, he said,
And he slipped away
As God laid a satin spread
Across the sky to close the day

Coral-pink and amber-gold,
The ocean in her eye
Is more than firm resolve can hold
While he whispers good-by

A thousand moments blend and blur
Then slip beyond life’s reach
She wonders, does he think of her
On thought’s elusive beach

Don’t forget me, his farewell plea
Whispers in her ear
She holds the shape of memory
Within her smile; her tear

© Janet Martin

This poem's inspiration is due in part to an awesome sunset tonight and watching Ann of Green Gables in the continuing story.

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