Sweet Memories Of You Poem by Alana Simpkins

When I go to my room,
I see the teddy bear that was made,
for me from your old couch.

When I see that teddy bear,
I think of all the times that I cried
on your shoulder while setting on your
couch.

And all of the advice you gave to,
me when I needed it.
I wish you were here today,
So we could set on that couch,
and I could get some advice from you now.

When I go out side during the winter,
I think of how you would always come after us,
when we wanted to go sledding down your hill.
The winter also reminds me of your snow white hair.


R.I.P Kathleen E. Kendrick July 1928- November 2003