My Gift to You

This is a poem I wrote for my Fiancée's Grandma's funeral. Poetry isn't my strong point but I was pleased with the result, even if its metre is simple.

In the haste of life,

It is difficult to see.

That the purpose for us all

Is to become a memory.

We leave them to our loved ones,

So they may be cherished.

For them to hold on to

Once life has been accomplished.

Laugh at the laughter,

And cry at the tears.

Remember special moments

You collected through the years.

Walking the path of life,

Will only ever end.

When the moments we created

Are forgotten by our friends.

So celebrate those memories,

Now that they are done.

A treasury of what, 

Once was begun.

And when you feel alone,

Remember with pride.

All those favourite memories

You are holding inside.

Author's Note

The only word I would like to change is 'walking' in the fourth stanza, but I couldn't decide on a better alternative. I thought I could maybe use 'trailing' or 'following'. Any suggestions would be most welcome.

Reviews

[Poeticpiers]

It aint broke so don't fix it. A beautiful piece of writing You express what few can articulate in well written poetic prose.
Ps you are never the best judge of your own abilities