Memory

She stands upon an open hill Her hair is blown, her lips are chilled She stands for all the world to see A cherished one, a memory She smiles as if she knows I'm there I hold her hand, I touch her hair I think of all the good she brought A helping hand, a loving thought She turns and looks towards the sky I see her laugh, I see her cry I wonder why it has to be That she is near, but far from me I call her name she doesn't hear She turns away, I feel a tear And though I'm left with dismal gloom I know I shall be with her soon