Dennis

i heard

that you

were gone–

long gone…

i did not know.

i have thought of 

you

your face

your lively manner

and i have wondered…

we used to dance

you skillful,

me a spirited bumbler.

before i visited Africa

I saw her

in your face

dark and smiling

with unique

and loving

terrain.

you never

got

to grow old

to glance

into

a mirror

and see

your father’s 

look…

and me,

i

am still here…

surrounded by

the vestiges

of death

and life

hearing

the daily

announcements–

waiting

my turn

and seeking

solace,

joy,

and certainty

in

meaningful

ways.


Linda Tauhid

4/1/15



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