I Remember Her

I hold deep memories of someone so keen,

Of loving and caring for all that is seen.

For all of the butterflies fluttering free, 

For all of her life held within me.

Standing up so proud, I soar,

Yet my roots mean so much more.

Fuchsia petals of the flowers arise,

That doesn't compare to the spark in her eyes.

Summer comes, alone I grieve.

I’m left behind, but I still believe,

I hold her memories that no tree,

Will ever hold besides me.

Leaves fade and branches decay,

Forever these precious memories will stay. 

These Autumn leaves will long be gone,

But she will stay from dusk to dawn.

Set in stone, the tree above,

A place called home, a place to love.

Memories of her forever laced;

On one little stone, Victoria’s Place.