Golden Seams

• Jasmine Dyson, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2016

There are shining golden seams, holding us together.
A bond that never breaks, a bond that lasts forever.
Even when gone, you may always be found.
Deep in my heart, you cry a brave sound.
My tears are wept for you, to show you I remember.
For the memories we shared, there will stay a flaming ember.
For death is only the name we give when you live no longer in human flesh.
But instead live in the grass, the dirt and everyone of our breaths.