I STILL
REMEMBER THEM

Right after my father, my mother, and my friend died,
I thought of them often.

Because we shared so much of life,
there was much in life to remind me of them.

That is why I thought of them often in the rising of the sun.

I thought of them often when hiking along a stream
. . . or on a mountain trail.

I thought of them often in the cold of winter
. . . and on a pleasant summer day.

I thought of them often if I noticed a fern uncurling
. . . or a butterfly alighting on a flower.

I thought of them often on foggy days
. . . or when the sun broke through the clouds.

I thought of them often when walking down familiar streets
. . . or through foreign cities.

I thought of them often when I was alone at the beach
. . . or in a crowd.

I thought of them often when summer turned to fall
. . . and evening turned to night.

Now that my father, my mother, and my friend
have been gone for many years,
I don't think of them as often as before.

But memories of them still live in my heart
and I can think of them whenever I want to.

© Copyright 2002, Revised 2012 Arlene F Harder, MA, MFT