Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I feel odd,
Odd to say the least.
That melancholy kind of feeling
When you remember those who where close;
Those that are gone
And you wonder,
(Though you know)
Did I make a difference?
Did that last visit,
Beyond all memory and recognition,
Did it register?
There where brief moments of clarity.
But in the end,
All you are left with
Is one
Small
Toy
Boat.

SURF- and floating on the water- i look accross the generations- i know i made a difference- i love

Penetrating and thought provoking poem.

Some memories that last forever are small and beatific. "The seas are so large & our boat is so small..."