Pencil in my life with gentle strokes,
In water colours of pale blues, and tawny yellows.
I'll pencil in your life with watery memories
Of all the good times we both knew.
Use an eraser, while I forgive that I forgot
That you have loved, and that I have too.
And when we meet again, at the end of some
Train of thought, we will smile to one another.
Let us pencil in our memories,
With kindness and forethought.
(c)Gwen Beauregard - 2010 - All Rights Reserved
