Small Comfort (Poetry)

They are not gone all the while we remember them
the echo lingers like a well-loved song
grown faint but always there in our shared history
the rhythm soothes, the spirit hums along

The little things remind us (as if we could forget)
of all those special moments in the past
now gathered in that concert scored from memory
notes sounding out their magic — first ’til last

Here in the room old shadows curl for comfort round
the heart’s warm glow throws welcome — draws each one
to settle — find their place and join the throng once more
in whispers — every missing soul come home