Bea, You were not just Iris' mom, or Chuck's mom, or Carlos' wife....you were my FRIEND. Someone I laughed with, confided in, loved and respected. Memories of you are etched in my heart always. With love, Christine
In My Pocket
I have memories in my pocket.
They rattle among the change.
My memories of you are treasures I carry wherever I go.
They are stored in bits and pieces, parts of a beautiful whole
They give me comfort when I think I am alone.
Yes, I have memories in my pocket, like so much other stuff I keep there.
But of all the treasures I have, it’s the memories of you that are the most precious.