By Priscilla D. Kenney 
I see your smile in the brightness of
the summer sun.
A gentle breeze is the touch of your
hand on mine.
A wave breaks softly on the shore, and
I hear you whisper

“Remember me.”

A winged bird begins its flight into the
distant sky.
And the sound of children’s laughter
fills the air.
The evening stars become your eyes,
and I reply

“You are ever near.”