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"While You Can Still Remember Who I Am " by Charles Carson
Posted: Saturday, May 31, 2014 9:16 AM
Joined: 5/25/2014
Posts: 10



You were my best friend

You lived across the street,

You moved away to Florida

And wrote me a letter I never read

While you could still remember who I am


You were my best friend through High School,

We were seldom apart

We played, we sang

I sat by your side in recovery

You moved away



You were my best friend aboard ship

We laughed we cried

We sailed the seas and explored the ruins

You left for to Baltimore





You were my mother

Watched me blossom

Raised a family of my own

Wept when we moved away





Cared for your love

Until his time came

Moved in with us

To finish your days




Jim Broede
Posted: Sunday, June 1, 2014 11:32 AM
Joined: 12/22/2011
Posts: 5462



Ah, the benefits of being a survivor. One can dwell . On the fond memories.  And almost live the experiences again. One can pick and choose, too. Before dementia. After dementia. Before death. After death. It’s the after that can be most stimulating. For one’s spiritual imagination. When one sees life as a continuous flow. With no bounds. With no ending. --Jim