Creative Poetry: ‘In Memorial’ Mar 6

In Memorial

How is it that

Someone I have never known

Could have passed on

Vast depths of meaning and of love

To me

They, without direct encounter

Have provided aim and reason

Now I find my course has altered

Just as though a fresh salt

Wind has graced my sails

From above

Reminding me of love, of

Wonder to the world, of mind

Though word alone is not a lot

A spirit carries plenty to impart

In exhale, bits of meaning fall

As gentle snowflakes coming down to play

Its evidence an ever presence

In between the lines

Here we are, as each and every

Faces to the wind and blinking in the sun

To live this way

Is to live in love

Amy Ward
Amy Ward is a contributor to the Argosy.