We have that blinding, excruciating, painful moment,
When all the memories come back.

We smell their essence,
Hear their words,
Remember their heart warming smile,
The taste of their cooking,
And the song that explained them.

We long to be held by them,
And we can still hear them.
We remember them as we reach inside us,
And hold their life giving hand.

They live inside us,
They live in the depths of our heart.