A Remark

Your joy flows with the wind
In times like these I know
We’ll meet and speak again
Like a memory that is too faint
A picture that is out of place
I resort to the higher mode
Of remembering how even
Your essence used to glow
And still does, in my heart
Just one of many, even you left
In place was a mark, you lived
You conquered spirit for God
I can only thank you in remark.

Christopher Baird 2011 ©