Journey Home

the door to our upbringing is always open

and return we shall if we must,

a phone call in lieu of a visit is mandatory

but those calls dissipate over time

and we are left with the memories of those

from whom we thought we had escaped;

our lives mingle and intertwine with those

who do our bidding or we do theirs

but seldom remember how it all started

and hold no fantasies of how it will end

as we scrape up the pieces of life,

fashioning a new plate as though the old one

had never existed at all...   and, any

similarities is simple a coincidence;

and one day sooner than expected our

offspring leave by the door we left open

seldom returning as we had done

and without a phone call or note, they

live their lives according to their desires

while out wants and needs are ignored,

and we wonder what we did wrong;

and one day...

sooner than expected...

we drift into the sky like so many others

have done before us...

without saying goodbye...

and making no plans...

we are simply gone...  vanished...

never to appear again in this lifetime.

20 October 2020