Across the street is where you lived
You in your own special world and I in mine,
Yet there always seemed room for us.

A simple blue mint has triggered,
these memories of you.
Hair white as the ocean’s foam
Skin dark from the days sun.

I find it hard now,
to see your face,
but that is not important
What I do remember
is your unselfish love and grace.

The Stories you told seem so real
a girl and her father fighting the rough seas
These memories shall never be erased.
Though the pictures dimmed.

In my heart there always be,
a special chamber built strong with the love
you had time to show me.