We live in the memories of those who know us.
They repeat things we said that wrested their focus.
A one-liner here; a witty opinion there.
I will live on in a nameless cognitive flair.
My mind is my garb & my words are my garden.
I’ve sewn & I’ve sown, so my me will not harden.
Please, tend to my blooms & hand what’s left of me down.
Take me with you ‘round the world, or just about town.
Yes, I augment; but my color’s indelible.
Change is healthy…but consistency’s tellable.

