Sophia (14)

I'm left with but memories
pictures of visits
only too brief
recordings of your music

The islands don't change
the grasses bend in the wind
as it sighs through
the machair lands

The ocean's drumbeat
punctuates my loss
but on I must go
carried by your memory

The sun sets
into Henneth Annun
an empty window now
on the west

So many you touched
briefly or over years
who'll remember
you and little Torran

still waiting
in her own window on the west
for your familiar form
to carry her over the Rainbow Bridge