Your Grace- a poem

Majestic seagull flying overhead

AS winds blow, the memories flow

Into the given day.

I see your face and all the grace

Of things you used to say.

WHEN I was young, you kept me safe

In everything I’d do.

You helped me grow into my life

And with my point of view.

I honor you each day I step

Into another day.

Because of you and all your strengths,

I still have words to say.

Retm