You said I was your favorite Sarah and that would never change.
Am I still?
We promised to go on a bear hunt, and to catch all of the Indians on Cherokee Trail.
Will we still?
You played even after your mind couldn’t remember the words. Your hands still new the strings.
Do they still?
We watched baseball games, begging you to cheer for the winning team. You always would.
Will you still?
Your voice went lower than I could ever attempt in the first refrain of Swing Low, Sweet Chariot.
Does it still?
Your hands clapped after every single one of my choir performances, cello recitals, and graduations.
Will they still?
Sneaking extra pieces of pumpkin pie at Thanksgiving was always our favorite part.
Is it still?
You promised to love me until time stood still.
Is time still?