Memory Poem by Kathryn BecknerOssman

Time heals all wounds they say
And there will not come a day
When I don’t see your smiling face
And wish I could erase
All the hurt you felt inside
I know you had pride
In your families heritage
People tried to disparage
I am black, that’s a fact
Just the pigmentation I lack

Time is precious and we took it for granted
Your death is shrouded in all kinds of semantics
He said, she said, it doesn’t matter your dead
Words can’t hurt you anymore that is true
You’d think the media would take their cue
To leave your children alone to grieve
Tales they continue to weave
Trying to make us believe

Your children are a part of you
And their memories of you will stay true
To what they have known all their life
That which will get them thru their pain and strife
That you loved them more then words could say
And you cherished each and every day
And found pure joy in just watching them play

You will never be far away
For in their memory you will stay
Tucked away in each little heart
There forever, never to part