I carry you in songs unsung.

I carry you in quiet ways.

Looking back to the time we shared,

I think those were the best of days.

Curled up beside your wobbly legs;

Listening as you tell those stories,

But now that you are no longer here,

I will forever cherish those memories.

I carry you everywhere I go;

Around the town and down to the streams.

And at midnight slumber time,

I see you singing in my dreams.

In my heart, I bear the weight of you __

Your warm hugs and your rollicking voice.

Though the load is heavy _ and I’m not complaining _

But I have no other choice.

From listening to your stories,

I, too, can tell stories today;

And not only that, but poetry, too.

Hence, it’s my hope that you read my book one day.

This was written by our contributing writer, Emmanuel Gleekia.