Memories and Dreams
He occasionally hears the voice of
his mother, gone now for sixty years.
Country carnivals are captured in his memory,
wrapped in their colors, smells and sounds.
Raccoons still grab the plums before human hands arrive,
as the California coastal sky carries mist, but no fireflies.
The images of his father, dead now for thirty years,
are mostly still, silent.
The only things which come easily to him are
things he does not desire.
Ah, tasty food.
Now, there’s a legacy to love.
In these matters of Spirit, words get in the way,
feelings being the language of the soul.
Be brave! No limits! Yes, you can!
When the time is right,
he’ll live within the Grace of a single day.
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