Remember Poem by Amy

We can remember the colour she bought to our lives
Or the black dark day that we cried

We can remember the great memories we cherish
Or the memorial when she perished

Her back garden flowers, fed by the rain
Or the roses on the coffin, which spelt out her name

The tears of laughter from a joke once said
Or the painful tears of her death bed

We can believe that she still lives on in our hearts
Or remember how she lived, and that now we’re apart

So which is better?
We loved her
Or we love her?