Transcendental Sonnet #1258:
Come Remind Me
Silke crossed over on my mother's birthday: 24 January~*
She said she would pull books down from the shelf
A sort of imp a fairy or an elf
That after she passed we would meet at last
I wish that we could I wish that she would
At least do things like Grandpa used to do
Before he settled down after a few
Unmistakable manifestations
He and Grandma have accommodations
Now together so he cares not whether
The window is locked the chimney is blocked
Or any of that sort of commonday
Detail from day to day but is away
Yet I hope Silke will come remind me
That the past is beside not behind me
+Steven Curtis Lance
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being "beside" and not "behind" you...is wonderful. It puts the
seal on a fine tribute to Silke.