Reaching down to rub them,
but they are not there.
Their lung cancer,
brain tumor,
panic, perforated ulcer,
despair::
sufferings
ended.
Yet, still,
even missing them,
we continue to walk.
Though, perhaps, with
false-limbs, crutches, and
canes.
In truth, it is us who
need to let go/
Go on about living.
and remembering/
manifesting the best of
them.
Your leg would not
want you to worry
about it,
nor miss
arms nor
eyes.
May the essence of this
be your marrow
so that
on the day
we say
“Good bye” to You
we All
leave your suffering
behind.
