I was a poet

on my wedding day ~

less a poet

when he went away.

The words came back

when I met another

for awhile, I was singing ~

poet, wife and mother.

I was a poet

at my mother's funeral

looking in the casket

like a little girl;

my gentle mother

now, long gone

I was a poet

just struggling on

I was a poet

when my father died;

lost the words for a bit

'til the tears all dried.

I was a poet

at the August dance;

watching my siblings

take a chance

with the younger folk

leaping in their merry way

My yesterday has become today.

I observed that

we stayed close to each other

each of us a child

to a lost dad and mother...

now too far away

to ever hold or touch ~

those dear people

whom we loved so much

I think, now

as I did then,

that Life is fleeting

and we, as kin,

need to make time

to gather near;

for the cost of separation

is much too dear...

and before we know it,

the Future will be here.

© Christina  5/24/07