I’m searching for a memento:
Something I can save,
So one day when I grow old,
I’ll remember what you gave.
I’m searching for a memory:
A thought or feeling pleasant,
Of when you were part of my life,
To sneak into the present.
I’m searching for a piece of you,
That I can hold on to;
So one day when you are gone,
I’ll still have part of you.
I’m searching for some concrete proof,
That life is truly real;
That knowing you bore some gift,
That time cannot repeal.
I’m searching for a memento,
To hang upon my lifeline;
So some day when I am old,
I can treasure every line…..
Made from smiles of remembrance.
K. Aldaya, 12/6/15
Picture: By Andre Govia on Flickr; https://www.flickr.com/photos/andregovia/9443446927/in/photostream/