Etched in mind those moments
that seal memories,
preserve them whole
and resound with a perpetual knell
of those defining timeless experiences
in life’s afferent journey of learning.
As I hold her picture, I observe
her aged face lined with pain,
yet I see only here youth,
the first soul with whom my heart ached,
and who shared that first moment of love,
a bliss so deeply experienced and held,
to eternity’s distant echo.
And even though her being has turned to dust,
those memories are real, resistant to time
and the failing of life’s grip,
so she remains vibrant in my mind,
moments etched deeply within my soul,
and her voice still echoes,
her skin like silk to my touch, always felt.
I wish I could have known her in age,
the woman she had become,
for love holds no barrier in time,
and fifty years is but a blink
for a soul’s memory,
and so I keep her close always,
here in my heart, and remember
as if it were yesterday.
Tony DeLorger © 2017