Finally. I have started to read
The book you generously gave me
More than ten years ago.

At that time I didn’t recognize
Its hidden value; the connection to you

And now I wish we could share its contents
How the story is told
But you are gone

Buried, in a beautiful blue urn
Atop your mum, in a cemetery far away

How I regret that I
Waited so long to pull out this treasure
To read it, and enjoy the story

And yet, it makes me think of you
A welcome, if sad reminder