A few thoughts: A work in progress in troubled times.
The Things We Leave Behind
Naked, and crying
Our trail of tears begins at birth
Light, and sound prepare us
For the best, and worst
With everything in between
Just learning, growing
Following, and leading
Rising, descending
Like a sunrise
A sunset falling
Spectacular in living color
Fading into twilight
Leaving mere breadcrumbs
For the next generation.
So now I'm asking
What are these things
We leave behind?
Memories, clothing
Trinkets in a desk drawer?
Love, caring
Hugs behind a closet door?
Make the longing linger
The pain of passing simmer
Like a stew on a stovetop.
These things we leave behind
Like a spirit hovering
A prayer confessing
All in a day's work
And hopefully we can say
We lived, we loved
We overcame, and conquered
And never forgot to live
Along the way.
D.A. Wittler 9/23/20,, ,.
