DESTINATIONS - From There To Here and Here To There
Understanding The Process
In that special kind of quiet
One needs for conversation
With Self
With God
Or with No One In Particular
I am sitting cross-legged, afghan wrapped
In the middle of this big, old chair
It, like me, a bit tired and worn
From all the stresses of Life
And now Death, again.
I've been here before
Too
Many
Times
Silently asking questions of "why?"
Memories of other times scattering through my mind
Like these photographs in my lap
And all over the floor.
Maybe
When my heart doesn't hurt
So damn bad
Maybe
When I make my own
Last journey
I'll understand the process
Completely
Without reservation
Without hesitation
Without regret.
Until then...
I'll try really hard this time, Mom.
I promise.
Pat Reeves
(c) January 24, 2004
IN MEMORY OF MY MOM, 9/11/17-12/31/03. Rest well with God, Mom.
You've earned your Heaven. Tell Daddy,Pete, and Uncle Jack I could
use a little watching over down here.