Memory Lives On

Three years ago, we got the news.
A dismal hospital room, painted in blues;
would become the finish line,
of her life, so divine.
They said it wouldn't progress so fast.
Healthy times quickly fading to the past.
I tried to visit or call everyday.
She never once, filled with dismay.
It's been a year now since she's gone.
Her memory, it still lives on.
And though we wish to change the past,
her memory: it will last.