Feeling the silk

Reminds me

Of the worn wool

Her dress was made of

Seeing the china plates

Reminds me

Of the clay bowls

I helped her make

Smelling the perfumes

Reminds me

Of the time

We picked wildflowers

Tasting the rich food

Reminds me

Of watered-down milk

That we pretended was melted chocolate

Hearing the piano

Reminds me

Of the sound of her voice

Telling me she loved me