Memories like initials embedded in a tree,
are etched in my heart.
Parts of me only shared with those,
most dear to me.
In all our lives, there are people
who come and go.
Each one leaving something special,
wonderful, exciting, heartbreaking,
joyous, something lasting,
for us to hold on to when we are not strong
enough to stand alone.
Like the initials left on a tree,
There are those who never leave us.
Their memory will forever be
engraved on our hearts.
There to help us when days are long..