Letter Poems to Our Deceased

Crossing au naturale

We lose our parents

Then we loose each other,

And I pray my children

Go not before me

And wait

For my journey to end.

Our grandparents

Have departed

So many years before

And it has become

Increasingly difficult

To recall the Visions

Of their presence ...

But the feelings remain

Aunts, Uncles, Cousins and Friends

Like leaves in the autumn

Drop to their resting place

One by one

....

Sometimes aided

By a strong wind,

A pouring rain

Or perhaps fatigue ...

Or perhaps,

It was just their time.

When I look back

Over my shoulder

At what lies behind me,

I am aware

Of the Words...

The words I spoke,

And those I did not,

Or could not,

For I was busy and preoccupied.

Doing things,

Or doing much of nothing.

So now I find myself

Relegated to writing poems,

Some contemplative,

Some reflective,

Some infused with my sorrows,

Some my pains,

Some my joys,

Sone my hopes,

And a myriad upon myriad

Of dispositions

I wish to revisit,

And those I never had a chance,

Or never took the time

To experience

But considering how i was reared up,

The thing more important

That the cast aside dreams,

The achievements and failures

Is the hope,

The hope that

I will see you all once again

For that eternal embrace.