Angela, I will remember you.

Shadows of palm fronds on your face.

The sound of surf on the beach

and stones chattering on the shore.

 

I will remember with love

the touch of your hand.

Fragrance of frangipani

heavy air and moonlight.

 

I remember music and dancing.

Light flashing in your eyes and joy.

You were old but still young.

I loved you as the mother, lost long ago.

 
 

David Garlick, Puerto Vallarta, March, 1999