Thinking of Someone

Well, my Mum actually. We had a big snowfall last night, and she loved the snow. She figures pretty large in my life, even 11 years on after she’s gone. If one imagines well enough, they can see and feel their loved ones everywhere - just like that poem says:

I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Well, that and a lot more I guess - the memories stay on.