The Memory Tree

There is a place

where love does not end

when a life does.

It is my memory...

They continue to live on

in the names I still say,

in the stories I tell,

and in the quiet moments

that find their way back to me.

It is as if my memories are colorful hearts

hanging from trees

beautiful moments left for all to see.

Each memory tied gently,

like something sacred…

colorful, alive,

moving with the wind

the same way

they are still moving within me.

I will not stop saying their name.

I will not let their stories fade.

This is how they stay with me…

not behind me, not in the past

but right here with me.

Colorful hearts

hanging from my

memory tree.

xo

Gabby