The Shadows Left Behind Poem by Jim Yerman

THE SHADOWS LEFT BEHIND.

Time is like a cloud that passes quickly overhead
but if we're lucky we will find…
after she has passed…
the shadows she's left behind…

And in these shadows that remain
that have not continued flying on the breeze…
is where our memories rest…
In moments such as these:

Moments when two grandchildren were young…
When their life was more innocent…and free…
When they played in our backward
Where they spent time up in our tree…

When they thought that I was magical…
When out of their ears I would pull money…
When they would laugh at all my jokes…
When they thought that I was funny.

Picnics, movies, sleepovers,
dinners where joy and laughter flowed with ease…
Life is made more beautiful
by moments such as these.

And as time's passed over our grandchildren
how wonderful it is to find…
still floating in our memories…
the shadows she left behind.