Six Years
Six years now and the seasons keep changing,
people keep aging, the sun rises and sets, and
your pictures are beginning to grow yellow with age.
She grows tall, brilliant, beautiful, proud – like you.
You would really like her, too; she’s singularly unique,
proudly her own person and with a sense of humor
you would cherish and appreciate.
I hope you look in on her from time to time to nudge
her in the right direction when she’s lost, or to comfort
her in the dead of night when she’s in pain
and just needs comfort.
You’re talked of often and always thought of;
Time will never diminish your impact.
Though time may tarnish your pictures
it shall never diminish the beauty you put in them.
You are eternally young and sorely missed.
Six years or six thousand …
You are with us always.
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