I know you cried for me upon my death,
But now before you take another breath,
Look back upon the life I tried to lead,
Not just this time in which emotions feed;
The little things which only you recall;
Like those you always said were off the wall.
In truth, the pain of death has long since passed;
You have those memories you want to last,
Those memories which only life can give;
Reach out and touch, and with that touch I live!
© Richard Williams