Death can't touch a memory,
Can't chisel it from one's heart,
As far as I am concerned,
You and I never did part,
You are still with me in all I do,
I see you in my mind's eye,
That smile still on your face,
I have no need to cry,
When things are sometimes said,
I turn and look your way,
I know what you are thinking,
I know what you will say,
So close are we still,
And always will be,
Together because,
Death can't touch a memory,
I agree with you. Memories live forever in the landscapes of the mind. Beautiful poem. Ten from me. Warm regards, Sandra
Valerie I've writen poems about the death of my daughter this piece could have come from my own heart. Losing a loved one is a beginning as well as an end as long as they live in your heart they will forever be alive thank you for giving me a new viewpoint on the greatest tragedy that any human can endure Harry
A precious title my friend. Thanks for sharing such a special part of your life. Please read my poem 'Is Not Perception Reality.'
A well-accepted fact of life - that in our memory, death has no hold. Excellent work of art!
Nicely penned. I'm really touch by your poem, memories doesn't fade it always stay in our heart forever.... thanks for sharing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is an old song by the New York Dolls called 'You Can't Put Your Arms Around A Memory' Your poem clears that all up for me...