It’s not my favorite thing
to do
I did, my visit to you
The place
It’s silent and cold
restful, perhaps
Here,
I wish you
My wish,
never comes true
The graves
they are decorated
with flags
and flowers
In Memory, I suppose
Lights,
the solar kind
some are hung
and strung,
for celebrating
In Memory, I suppose
There will be parades
and gatherings
cook outs and music
with lots of people
All kinds of food
and laughter
And tears…
In Memory, I suppose
To that better place
I want to see your face
if just for a minute
or two
But
I will have today
to find a way
to think about
and measure out…
What I have
will have to do
It need not be said
or recollect
the way that
I miss you
But
I will smile
and live awhile
as if not missing you
It’s what I do.
In Memory, I suppose
Photo by @mattbotsford
