On the way to the memorial
For a wonderful teacher,
I took time to notice
The daffodil’s blooming,
The robins playing in a puddle,
The cherry tree blossoming with beautiful pink flowers.
I remembered back to the time
My kids and I
Walked that same route
When they were young,
And I remembered us seeing
Cats and butterflies,
Seeing dogs and even a little horse;
I remembered life, not death
And I think he
Would have liked it that way.
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