Remembering: Old photographs, a poem here and there, A turn of phrase, an accent, a strand of hair; Aroma of spices; hint of fenugreek - Combined in masala, far from Venice, diamond street - Now the holidays, some left-over tinsel Some whisper, some sing in silence Communion! Yes, more than one kind My LORD said remember the widow, the orphan, the blind... He was kindness supreme; love most extreme To die for me, make me a royal priesthood, clean And REMEMBER ME AS OFTEN This Christmas season, I... Sign in to see full entry.