South Washington Square   Faded Remembrance Your silent eyes reach out to me, calling me through the myst of time. I see the vision of your face forever etched upon my heart and mind. I reach out my hand to you, but you disappear into the air. Now I have only a faint memory; a trace of your smile and hair. Your laugh eludes me as does your voice. I know your eyes, are keen and intense. But the picture it gives is only a faded remembrance. (heavengardenangel) Happy Mother's Day in heaven, Mom. I miss you so much