Near the side of the road
one sister smiles her eager face
that always reminds me of water
splashing in a pool. Behind her,
floppy gray hair bounding
all directions, my mother plants
her feet and lifts her hand. She smiles
her confidence. The vision
only lasts a moment. I’m feeling
it for hours, refreshing as the breeze
under those sun-swept trees.
My two brothers and my other sister
are riding in a yellow Jeep.
They’re waving, calm and free.
I feel the cool air in their chests.
My father in his Hawaiian shirt,
his tan almost recreational,
grins and momentarily
takes his eyes off the road.
The window where he rests
his left arm frames his face;
dark rims frame his eyes.
All his life, he was mostly blind.
My mother had hawk eyes,
missing nothing. Now I
am in between, but clarity
of memory is succinct.
These may be the visions
I’ll fall back on, thinking
there’s adventure up ahead.
How relaxed and present
is recognition in their faces.
I see them see me. I’m home.
This is beautiful.
Thank you, Samantha! It came from a waking dream, a vision that only lasted a moment. It means so much that you responded! Thanks.
It’s so rare to have such untainted, purely pleasant memories of family. Thank you for sharing that. I dare say we could all do with more generous memories of our loved ones.
That is sweet praise! It was like a moment that I’ve longed for, delivered to us all.
A lovely gift to you and a lovely poem
Thank you, Linda! Where would I be if I couldn’t share it?
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