My Words for you
will stand silent
on the page
once they are born.

They will not
grow to hate
love nor
diminish you.

In them,
you may love me
(as you promised)
forever.

In them,
my 92 year
old uncle
will catch trout

when all those,
fishing beside
him in the same clear,
cold flowing stream,

catch not even one,
having not yet learned
what it is like to dream–
to live life to the fullest,

loving those moments
that tug gently
on a heart’s
line.
.