My sweet memory
As tangible as fruit

Honest as you spoke
In the twilight of day
That you would not pave
A single way again

For love has died in gain
And you fulfilled by then,
So tell us all you wish not leave

 
Gladly, take wing instead

 
Heaven waits for you, unchanged
For you—so sweet yet deeply shamed
But by grace you hold steadfast
To love
Not so as tangible as fruit…

Lacked of you, I long for presence
Yet set forth still in love

 
Success, success
It rings like a chime.

In my sweetest memory

My grand grandmother
My grand, grand reverie.