PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

A loud, insistent, aggravated wraith

is that emotion most would call Regret.

I wish, now, I had spent more time with you,

to hear---of ancestors I had not met;

---and of our quite extensive family;

to listen to hard tales of the depression,

to which you could give quite a wild expression.

Some said, after you passed, that you loved me

a bit more than your older, other three

granchildren of your own flesh.  That may be.

Your rural house and two acres sure seemed

like something magic, of which I had dreamed;

the summer days I spent there were too few.

I will look for you in the Heavenly

places.  And I believe you died in the Faith.

Starward

[*/+/^]

[jlc]