I glance through your book of poems

Desperately, burning the words in my mind

In an effort to make sure your memories don't fade

And yet the more I try, the more I see coded messages

It seems I have opened a door that was once closed

A glimmer into your aspirations and dreams

your words words come from the heart

As fluid as it flows

Flowing as a spring from a stream

The words the convey are right and true

They gravitate within the depths of my heart

The book of poems that you nurtured and grew

Cultivated from the stem of your soul

Poems after poems

I await your new life's work

Of the things that comes from your heart

I reread all of recent poems

Awaiting for the new ones to come