The traces of hope are unleashed, unafraid.
No welcome mat needed; just a beckon to stay.

If briefly it lasted, to them it was forever.
Very little they asked, their gift was a treasure.

The trees, they grow taller; the birds speak to me.
If wealth was soul-based, how rich I would be.

So bury the bones, and go fetch that ball.
My life has been touched, and I'm rich after all.

A rescue is selfless, and one-sided they say.
But who rescued whom, and who saved the day?

My tears of loss will fall once again,
When I bid farewell to yet another dear friend.

My home is theirs; they need not leave.
Reminders awaken my soul, quietly.