Coffee Shop Sessions

after Gordon Henry

My grandparents names stand in front of me
Hundreds of yards away from each other, neighborly

They were always a city away,
But now so close for eternity
There with the named and the nameless
Where so many lives remain only in memory

There was wind blowing in the trees
Sun beating down upon our face
Some of us walked on
Some of us stayed

Flowers and prayers offered an obliging gesture
To the departed’s resting place
Behind solemn faces
We dreamed of warmer days

There was wind blowing in the trees
We must have forgotten how we came to this place
And how all one day we all must leave

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