Poems : Footprints

Footprints

When loved ones die,
They return to us in the most unexpected of places.

Through the scent of orange blossom,
The melody of times shared together long forgotten,
And the quiet, humid breeze on a Midsummer's night -
whilst eating ice-cream and tutti frutti.

This is what makes their memory unforgettable;
their spirit guiding us to be ever so quiveringly alive.

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