Remember Me Poem by cheryl davis miller

It struck me odd the other day
as photos I did gaze upon.
Of all the faces I did see
four out of five of them are gone.

Eyes staring back; frozen it time
reminding me of yesteryear.
Recorded echoes from the past
sweet memories; I shed a tear.

As I recall the sights and sounds
of voices from so long ago;
the silence of this passing day
adds to the present sense of woe.

Turning the page then I did see
eyes smiling; looking back at me.
Without a word they seem to say,
'You know we'll meet again one day,

So think of me with smiles sweet,
while you are there; and I am here.
For when once more we two do meet
Twill be no place for grief nor tear.'

c.d.m. 1/2011