"I'm glad to be back," I say.
"How long can you stay?"
Their question stunned me.
Why can they not see?
I have a life to live
with my wife and kids.
"I will stay until I cannot anymore
for my feet are stuck out your door."
"Is there anything we can do for you, son?"
"There is so much you have already done."
The last sentence made me teary-eyed.
I tell myself I'll come back later, but I lie...
"Well son, we want you to know we love you
and that we only wanted the best for you."
I set some roses by my feet and look at them.
"I will be back, but I do not know when...."
"It's okay, thanks for all the flowers!
You may want to leave, it's about to shower!"
I look at the the grey clouds in the sky
and I begin to wonder why they fly so high.
"Son, we love you and be careful!"
That was something to mull.
I tell them I will be as my umbrella unfolds.
"Don't catch the flu or even a cold!"
"I won't dad"... I turn and walk away...
I turn and look at them...their grave.
Together they died in a crash
now they rest together under the grass.
I wish to hear them, to hold them...
and I will...but I know not when.
I keep walking towards my car
because on foot it is too far.
I wander out of the cemetary
with memories and a teary eye.