Remember

I remember the sand dunes

Carved into the stitches of the second world war

And the many memorable moments of the 1960s.

A face that had seen the changing tides,

Aged by rising suns and moons

A history book sketched on her body

Every page

Captured the life of her shadow.

I remember her cream colored eyes

Inching closed by the fluorescent sun.

I sat in a cocoon of blue and charred fabric

Strolling along broken sidewalks and fresh cut grass.

Her rigid hands 

Wrapped firm around the handles,

Placing snacks carefully in the ridges of my untouched hands.

I remember her arms,

Swarmed around me.

Even with the slow decay in her dinosaur bones

She grasped tight

Careful not to slip on the sweat brushed on her fingers.

Sitting for hours

Rocking

Back and forth

As my eyes drew close.

I remember religion

You could smell it through the windows.

Covered the shingles on the roof

To the drapings on the floor.

Shelves decorated with leather

From the bibles she kept

Staying true to her faith

Guided her every step.

I remember the last time

I saw her in June.

The sunlight reflected on the whites of her hair

The machines pumped her heart

For she could no longer .

She said Thea remember,

“You are loved after death

For you will be kept living and well

By the ones who remember you best.”