I Lived ... I was here

Soon we shall all pass away..
Leaving but tiny grains upon this earth
As we ourselves shall have passed along many byways
Having loved, lived, engendered love
And left behind impressions that withstand time.

Mirrored images that may live again...his eyes, her smile....his words...
In generations to follow.

For awhile forgotten, replaced or revived at will and yet...
Those impulses of love return
Even memory then is surplus to breathe anew that which was.

For here in the land of the living are albums or letters filled with memories...
And the bridge to them both is love – the only fragment – or faint shadow
Yet, that is enough... to say – I lived!  I was here!!!

by Ruth Van Gramberg

Last modified on Wednesday, 23 September 2015 22:04