Remembered Love for
(Victoria Delores Starnes)

I hear your kind whispers
in the breeze of spring
upon the summer wind.

I feel the gentleness of your touch
like a cool swirling brook
flowing across my skin.

I taste the sweetness of your lips
in every ripened berry, fragile
piece of fruit.

I hold you love
and beauty in child like chase;
running and laughing
in my heart of butterflies
in delightful pursuit.

(Psjwebber 5/31/21)