LETTERS FROM HOME

We all get on in our years, most things
I don’t miss. Sometimes we even forget
when it all happened, but I’ve watched others
go down their road. And later
we all walk together to the House of God
(there is always a chance to lend a hand,
to become a little smaller).
They still often pass by,
without saying, “I’m here.”

(September 19, 2007)