Mom at the Grave Side

Spontaneously 

Dissecting 

Cardiac

Artery

Enough to scare the shit out of me

Making Ghosts of Sue

When you have passed and live as memory

Your hair stays dark, your smile and teeth stay white

Your voice rings clear, your sayings still hold true

If this is how their minds remember you

When you have passed and live as memory

All cares and worries fade beyond repair

The work you did, the deeds that filled your days

Are shaped by how their minds remember you

When you have passed and live as memory

You drift like ghosts within their private thoughts

They see your face, a little skewed, perhaps

As this is how their minds remember you