Memory

She stands upon an open hill

Her hair is blown, her lips are chilled

She stands for all the world to see

A cherished one, a memory

She smiles as if she knows I'm there

I hold her hand, I touch her hair

I think of all the good she brought

A helping hand, a loving thought

She turns and looks towards the sky

I see her laugh, I see her cry

I wonder why it has to be

That she is near, but far from me

I call her name she doesn't hear

She turns away, I feel a tear

And though I'm left with dismal gloom

I know I shall be with her soon