Epitaph For Frank
If you want to remember me
Go to the sea and feel the breeze
Drive with the windows down
I’ll be along for the ride
When you can’t feel my touch
Reach your hand out to a friend,
Smile at a child, call her by her name,
Gaze for a moment into her eyes
If you miss my voice
Sing a song of love
Of camaraderie, of strangers
Brought together as one
If memories of me are fading
Compose a poem of your own
Do it by hand, let it flow
I’ll be with you then
When I’m gone, move on,
Enter the living, breathing day,
Offer a fresh white rose to
A stranger, pause and stay
Written By: Doug Johnson
About the Author: I was born in St. Louis and moved to San Francisco in 1996. My father was a writer (non-fiction). I owe a huge debt of gratitude to Thomas Jefferson School (St. Louis) and my teachers for introducing me to the world of creativity and poetry.
Visual Art “Waves” By: Theresa Cruz
Forum Literary Magazine 
What a lovely image!