Memories - a poem

Happy heavenly birthday, Moma, 2019. I love you forever ❤️❤️

I wrote this as if it were Moma speaking to me from her path, guiding me on my mine.

SOMETIMES we laugh, sometimes we cry.

And yet, time still moves on.

For every moment of your day,

Each night will see a dawn.

AND though you might forget to breathe,

Your breath will find a way.

A way to bring you back to where

You stand before your day.

EMBRACE your days and walk among

The memories as you go.

Look for the path that calls to you,

And watch the flowers grow

Retm

Konstantin Dimopoulos’ The Blue Trees

blue was Moma’s favorite color 💙