"Brian"
Reminders of a delicate flower
At first I want to shelter and protect
Yet without access to elements, the blossom grows faint
Unable to expand its roots and grow
Firmness rooted in soil of Mother's Earth
Boldness of color radiates hues of aura
Beckons my spirit to be entranced
If I pluck the beauty in a fit of passion
The moment savored in fading sorrow
As life withers before my eyes, his presence gone
Now a momentary hint of faded memory
If I leave him to grow untouched, uncovered
I have garnished a lifetime of recollections lived
Not remembered in vain
Sherman R. Buck
May 10, 1995