Bronia Sawyer


I hope that fragments still exist when your gone,

in a quiet ray of light, in the words of a song.

I hope I remember the moments in time,

enraptured in laughter that felt so sublime.

I hope I remember the times we have talked

the trees and the sky under which we have walked

I hope that I carry you on through the years,

that your essence is part of my laughter and tears

I hope that your never really all gone

that your imprint your love and you soul all live on.