The chain of memory that binds us to
who we are   There is no forgetting  no
In the face of time’s onslaught we have our
being constructed from particles of
starlight  We are dust of the universe
and each generation rises and falls
perennials alongside the roses
and the daffodils
                    and all things that bloom
Through reproduction nature tries and tries
to attain perfection   paragons of
beauty  and so too the shape of the soul
So too your lips and the curve of your cheeks
It was not difficult to love you  no
You were ev’rything
                               I ever wanted

John Lyons