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How about a poem? This one is a memorial.
Where Susie Used To Sit
Sun and Moon lay down with me
And close their eyes
The late hour dawns gray mist
Curls catlike on the sill
Where Susie used to sit
Fog to frost on the pane
Night holds tight the house
And icy knot
It's only my heart that shudders
Nothing melts.
Centennial Trail
or Walking the Edges
Echoes of Autumn barely heard
Beneath the river's groaning
Desperate trees cast seeds to the wind
And last year's banks are gone.
We watch, from the high ledge, see
What the river is
What the river does,
What the river leaves
When Summer's full and
Snow's off the mountain.
Gone is the place of baby chipmunks
Wild Hyacinth, big-blossomed Balsam Root
Say it's okay. Flowers
Wave before they drown
We walk the edges
Edges of seasons,
Edges of forests,
Edges of deserts,
Edges of rivers,
All along the leading edge of Life
Here, on the edge of Time.
A poem for all polios
When the wall you leaned your back against
Is sand around your feet
When the rules are all against you
When every taste you taste is bittersweet
When winter just won't end
When wounds no longer mend
You know that life is hard and fast
And the Sun's gone end to end
So thick the night, too thin the day
Light fine as silk but quick to fray
Dazzle me not with dreamy-eyed stories
Of triumph and glory, of wealth and fame
The truth of it is all too plain:
Clouds most often turn to rain.
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