To my most adored, 

You are missed in the morning quiet,

and the evening break.

You are well, and you are glorious,

so we will not burden you with letters of nostalgia.

 

From memory l praise your soap soft skin,

and the honey butter sound of your voice.

 

When we meet again, I want to hear your tales –

the stories we will lock into your legacy.

From your babes to theirs, and those after them.

 

We dream because of you.