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Fellow Travelers
by Glenn CurrierAs if in a cloud
we wait gently
for his night.
Hold his hand,
caress his arm,
any small request
a chance to show once more
the strength of our love
as the final pages of his story
flutter and fall between our fingers
like a gentle rain
from his sweet soul.
We are honored to be here
trying to somehow be in step
with the slow glide
of his final dance.
It is as if our wills
strain to share with him
what tensile there is in us
even as we sag in sadness.
We know
we have been richly blessed
to be his fellow traveler
even as he searches
for this strange passage
that we too must find.
We are grateful
that we were sailors
on his ship of treasures
as he slips away
into that golden sunset
where we will in our day
find him waiting
smiling, seeing
that we too have arrived. 05/15/2012 Author's Note: Written as I reflect on the last few days of me and his family being with my cousin Gary Reed who is in the final throes of his fight with cancer in Houston, Texas. Also, if you are interested please see the other poem I wrote "Hitch to his joy"
Posted on 05/16/2012
Copyright © 2024 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 05/16/12 at 04:04 PM I hitched to his joy first and loved it. This one is precious too. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 05/29/12 at 11:55 AM there is no proper comment to leave here Glenn, save that it breaks my heart to read of your beloved cousin's illness and if there is some consolation to be gathered from this, it is your last beautifully rendered stanza, which will find him waiting, smiling, seeing that we too have arrived. |
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