I’ll always remember your sweet face.
Your gentle words and ways.
You only spoke to heal, not hurt.
You let me lean on your shoulder when I was down.
You held my hand when I was scared.
You told me to have faith, to have hope.
You assured me that injustice doesn’t prevail, that better days were coming.
That beauty of manners and the soul matter the most.
That no matter how time alters my looks, it can never change my tender soul.
Like a child, I asked you the same questions so I could hear you say this to me again and again.