In Michigan, they Celebrate Charlotte.
Not ours, on Saunton Sands.
Not ours, the friend,
the mother, the partner,
the sister and all.

I read the posts, I smile.
Sometimes I even laugh,
as it’s good to see
the way they write
of memories.

And the overwhelming feeling is,
that behind it all,
a heartfelt celebration
is being had
and being planned.

And the promises are made here,
to keep those memories alive.
To see with your eyes,
to hear with your ears,
to fly on your wings.