Memory

Memory Can Tell Us Only What We Were
By Richard Fife

Memory can tell us only what we were,

In company with those we loved;

It cannot help us find out what each of us,

Alone, must now become.

Yet, no person is really alone;

Those who live no more still echo

Within our thoughts and words,

And what they did has become

Woven into what we are.

Andrew

Blue autumn sky
Leaves at their peak
Gentle breezes whisper
All is not bleak

Absent in body
Still you are near
Not just in memory
Somehow you're here

I think you're watching
Sometimes I feel
That cloud of witnesses
Is even more real

Andrew, we miss you
I hope you know
How much we all love you
We miss you so