In Memoriam Poem by Drew Engman

In Memoriam.
I hear a voice whispering my name in the wind,
from as far off as heaven, as nearby as sin.
Asking me something too softly to hear,
in her voice, with her giggles, and one shiny tear.
I can feel she knows everything could be all right,
while I live in the moments that walk in the light,
but we're all only human, falling asleep in the dark
just to dream of bright days blessed by God's spirit and spark.
Or, I think she might say that,
if death gives what life steals -
like her words, and our love, and how we used to feel.