I often called you from this place
Now you are in an angel’s space
Smiling – you were always kind
Your picture came into my mind.

Life moves on so speedily
Scatter blossoms on a cherry tree
Dandelions you always cleared
The blessed things they reappeared

Fondly spoken of in places
In every corner there are traces
Your image colours all our thoughts
And helps us to those bridges cross

J. Poet 7 ( @wordverse.me )