Dida

I search my memory bag
The marbles rattle
They make some noise
I find you there
The epitome of grace
Full of poise
I search some more
I want to find
Something beyond.
I see you there
Always kind
Holding me close.
I try and try
To come up just once,
With any such time
Where you faltered,
Or cried,
Or lost your poise...
I fail miserably
My memory bag
Shows no such search.
I hold you up
On a pedestal in my mind
My loving , giving dida
In your memories I will find,
The strength to give love
The way you always did.
The courage to do things right
The way you always did.