for me

remember and forget
old age digs holes
in the stuff our lives
are built on
remember old friends
death selected so long ago
that still live when your
thoughts find them
the sound of their voices
their smiles survived death
they last in old memories
we cherish and hold
a field full of people
animals places and things
a portrait of my life
framed and treasured
I want to remember you
but not that you are gone
keeping you in thoughts
dancing on puppet strings
keeping you alive
for me