Remember

From the top of the dusty hospital bed,
now in a room full of colour.
It helps me dream about the good times we had,
but sadly it’s all in my mind.
With the help of my petite cottony trinket,
I remember holding her timeworn hand.
There is a bond we had between us,
like an unbreakable band.
This is the last thing I have of her,
forever with me it will stay.
Once the soft little angel from above her head,
now a memorial trinket showing the love between us is never dead.