Dr Abe V Rotor
Oh, how short is memory after you are gone,
Shorter still it is through time,
When spring comes but only part of season
And time tolls in a hanging chime.
When in the night, in the shade of the moon,
Your face appears in a smile,
I remember, I remember, the years gone by,
As if it is only for a while.
Remiss I have been to keep your goodness,
Our treasured things - and all,
And if they are locked in my heart and mind,
I would not wait for your call.
But you come, you come in the dreary hour,
When walls are fading and crumbling,
When work never ends, numbing the being,
To rekindle faith and the spirit of living. ~