Martha Bresson

(Mother of SSgt Scott A. Bresson)

Snowflakes sparkle and twinkle in the sunlight,

Brush across my face and gather in my hair.

They surround me.

I reach out to gather them in

But there is no substance to touch, to hold close.

In a moment they came

And in a second they are gone,

But my mind has captured the images

And the delight they inspire lingers on.

Vivid pictures of Scott dance through my mind.

I long to gather him into my arms,

hold him close,

Tell him one more time that I love him.

But my arms are empty.

It seems only a moment that he was here,

and in a second he is gone.

But my memories, like snowflakes, come floating down.

They fill my soul, comfort me, and Scott lives on.