Her
I think about her often,
I remember the creases in her face.
Her smile is a picture on the wall of my memory,
Her hug clings to my body a reminder of her love.
Her voice rings in my ears.
Sometimes I think I may have forgotten,
The way she looked or things she did,
Because,
I was only a child when she died.
Her wedding ring,
Her picture frame,
Some of her old furniture.
Reminders of someone,
Who went into the unknown,
Unknowing.
