Her Memory
She will always see you
in the blue of the sea glass
on the island
the sharp shells sticking
up at low tide
She will always hear you
when the chalk squeaks
out spelling words
in real schoolrooms
not make-believe bedrooms
She will always see you
shaking your head
that smile and grin because
you knew truth in numbers
She will always feel you
in the granite of the
kitchen counter strong
resolute watchful unwavering love
for all who dwell there
She will always taste you
as traditions carry on
unrelentingly forward
pushed upon by time
because they should
(#5 Voice)