Gloria A. McDonald
His Memory Lingers
His eyes were bright and would turn from blue to green
His hair was once wavy and golden as the sun,
His shoulders were strong and broad and held me tight.
His smile was warm and cheery and we would laugh together,
His face would light up my heart and make me feel good,
His hands would hold my trembling fingers and keep them safe,
I will always remember his strength and his memory lingers.