I’ll remember the sound of your voice;
like a sweet whisper,
it will come to me in a summer’s rain.
I’ll remember your grace
forever or until I find you again,
as I know my time on earth
is as quick as the blink of an eye,
and then I’ll fly to you
and there, by the tiffany moon,
I shall find your tender face once more
and we’ll smile and sing a merry tune
but until then, I will think of you
and remember things you said
and how I often wondered,
but never did ask,
if all your needs were met;
were you happy, or were you sad.
I’ll remember you in autumn
when the landscape turns
in shades of amber and gold,
bagging leaves and burying bulbs.
I’ll remember hot coffee and fresh croissants,
and it was time to close the windows
because winter was around the corner
and you didn’t like the cold.
But best of all, I’ll remember you in spring
when new life glints in waves of wonder
and the pretty flowers bloom;
when the tiger lilies and purple roses loom,
and the scent of you is in the air
and the robin sings his love song,
I know… that’s when I’ll remember you most.

Carmen Ruggero ©2007