Poem Writing

Try it.

Put the words

On the paper

Like so.

They mustn't

Mean anything,

Just letters of ink

On parchment.

The Blessing

Deep in thought

Comfort he seeks;

Tears in his eyes

Not quite on his cheeks.

I will remember you.

He whispered goodbye

To a grandfather

Who could never reply.

I will remember you

By your house at the farm,

The hay rides in the winter,

The cider to warm.

I will remember you

By your photos up on the wall

Of the dogs you loved so dearly

Iditarod dreams recalled.

I will remember you

By your 65^th birthday where

You broke bread through the tears

While speaking a prayer.

I know with your hands so gentle

You could wash away all fear.

I wish I knew you like the others

Full of memories so sincere.

As you were in the hospital

Others gathered ‘round in care.

Cancer, they told me

But I never saw you there.

I want to know without a doubt

When I come upon the end

That I have touched the lives of people-

Been more than just a friend.

And as I await the angels

In the end I hope I know,

I’ll too have nothing left to give

But my blessing before I go.

And that it will be enough.

~Megan