Memories' Grace

Following her footsteps
In a slow and worn out pace
Repeating time for which you wept
For every time you see this place
She once was here but now she's gone
By the path that you now follow
Every memory's a bond
To every second of your morrow.

Below the water glistens
As your feet sink in the sand
So you close your eyes and listen
To every whisper of this land
You think, "she must have heard
These very things on this old shore
She must have paused a moment
To forget that she had more."

Through the deepest feelings of your doubt
You know what she has missed
And as you spread your hands out
You can only offer this:
"I don't know where she is right now
I hope it's some place kind
For I can never reach her
With these memories of mine."

~Ketlin Narris, June 18th, 2002