Angela E.L. Clements

I’ll strive to fit in and learn to love,
be love, feel love, give love and peace.
My presence on this plane,
in this body I now lease.

I miss your laugh, your wink and your smile,
your words of encouragement echo every mile.
I miss you most at night, when my thoughts are adrift.

Along railroad tracks to old abandoned farms,
we’d search for treasure and hunt for charms.
Coins and pop bottles and old license plates,
we’d daydream of events that led to thier fates.