Gone

I was reminded today how precious those little things in life are that make our loved ones stand out in our memories. Having a parent with dementia makes these intricacies all the more apparent. I want to thank my good friend and former classmate Bev for sharing a video on social media for inspiring this poem. For the love of family and the memories we share, God bless.
Witt


Gone

When they are gone,
who will remember the bad days
when we argued over petty things
because our feelings got in the way;
tempers flared and we got carried away?

When they are gone, who will be strong
and keep family traditions going
because they would have wished it so;
each one precious as a gem to hold
as if they had never left us?

When they are gone,
who will sit and laugh
and remember little things
that bring us to tears
because we no longer have them;
to see or hear them bring those unique qualities to us?

When they are gone,
who will be forgotten
because they were too stubborn
to forgive and forget how they were wronged?

D.A. Wittler 16'