The air becomes dry
and the wind stops mewling
familiar hymns that I stopped singing
So that I may talk to you
and the early years when I couldn’t even read
grow hazy as I become less in touch with you
but, I could never forget that warm smile
laced with your children’s gratitude
distant wisdom that was lost with the grace of your going
I’m reminded of your laughter at every hour of the day
I bask in your boldness ever present at dinner
are you everywhere at once? Or nowhere at all?
maybe you’re still somewhere
or do you reside in someone’s heart?
are you up in heaven as they say?
or are you truly the birds that fly above my head?
I don’t think anyone knows
That we still babble with chirps on our tongues
I heard my mother in the other room mutter to you
but her tone slowed like the tears
that rolled down her cheeks
Can you still reach her?
Could she still hear you
In the evening sun?