Page 8 - A Qualified Acceptance of Sorrow
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Remembering
You drove us to the beach to see the moon-rise.
Stepping stones of light led us to the far horizon
but perhaps your thoughts turned,
followed the sea-river north
as it flowed through the Bermuda Triangle
into the memory of disaster ...
Before his death,
did your navigator brother teach you
the constellations you showed me?
Even now I smile at Orion as he is rising
then search for the Pleiades and Cassiopeia,
these ancient witnesses of my childhood
know I carry in me
your memory of the one who never came home.
