This canopy of leaves
under which we lie,
a shelter from all the fears and pains
this life has brought us…
This crown cover,
a silent witness
to our hopes and wishes
both spoken and unspoken…
Gives us this momentary comfort
from the torturous sun.
You stared blankly into space
As if looking at something
That only you could see.
Then you opened your mouth to speak
About old friends and the fun times you had with them
And how there was only peace among everyone
You said you wanted to go back to the old house
With the people you say were your real friends.
We wish we could give you what you want.
But the house has been gone for over half a century
And your friends’ tombstones have even faded
I wiped a tear away as I felt I was no longer in your memory.
But I braved myself to ask, “Do you know who I am?”
You turned to look at me and softly said my name,
And added, “My dearest child.”