I sat among the watermelons, tomatoes, and flowers
I remembered an early childhood with you
I remembered your quiet power
so I went to your grave for the first time today
and I felt a peace and love I sometimes forget to save
as I remembered your magic touch
I remembered your gentle ways

I dropped some tears on a hardened ground
they got lost in your blades
of grass, and I pressed
my hands on the sunken mound they made

I chose a flower, small and frail
as I left your Earthly home
and I came back and laid it on top of you
because I know that you’re not gone
and I remembered the note you sent to us
my mother, and father, and me
reminding us that there’s too much to be done
and that we must stop for beauty

That’s what I did this very day
I came to hear your wisdom and I knelt on your grave
and I heard all that you said
so simple
so clear in my head

you told me to be stronger
and assured me you aren’t dead
you told me to come back to you
and “bring my writing tools”
and you would help inspire me
to inspire so many fools

and then I left
a bit stronger
my soul lines stretched much longer
and a greater sense of what I must do

I promise I will write for Me
I promise I will write for Love
I promise I will write for You

©2000 Joshua Swaim

 
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