Ms. Memories

I have memories of her- they dance vividly in my mind
The love in her embrace and the warmth of her home
Her hugs- a language all their own

When I breathe I can still smell the her home: the wafting smell of her cooking, the way she smelled when she hugged us.
Welcoming and generous she puts her heart and soul into her family

When I blink I can see her smile
I can hear her voice, the way her words trembled as she spoke
But she was never short in ways of conveying her love

Her soft eyes and gentle voice
I'll remember her the way she loved
The way she moved

The way she held my hand
Soft and caring.
I can still feel her lingering touch.

I was never afraid of her letting go
But I thought she'd be there to hold it again

It may have been selfish in thought
To think she'd be here forever

But I'll always have my memories

There she'll be in my heart and mind

In the days I miss her,
Though I'll always remember her-
I'll picture her with me.