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 embrac