Some people are afraid
of being forgotten
after death sweeps
them into the unknown
Not I;
No, I think of the dead
every day they’re not here
living with me.
Family, friends, soldiers
Memories of
the car he loved
her treasured jewels
brother who mourns for his
little Marine
pieces of you
welcome, visit daily
I know you're proud of me
The hurt of your absence
keeps the memories fresh
Still remember

I only fear being
forgot
as I stand here
living my life
in the present.