by Richard Vince

No one is ever truly gone:
They are reflected through
The years, their echoes heard
In days to come.

Most people will not notice,
But you will know. They may
Hear his wisdom, feel the
Smoothness he soothed into
Rough raw materials, walk
A path minutely influenced
By his footsteps, but they
Will not see the thread of
His love binding them.

You, however, will carry him
In heart and soul, live a life
Shaped by his invisible hands,
Be cradled in his love that
Outlived his body.

And when you look in
The mirror, you will see
His eyes look back at you
And smile, if only for
A moment.


Posted on 05/08/2021
Copyright © 2022 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Johanna May on 08/18/21 at 05:06 PM

Beautiful ode.

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