Their faces show up

In my dreams

Small flickers of light

Stones dropped

Into water

Their grace

Rippling through my days


A small boy’s grin

Cracks open his face

His joy to0 large

To be  contained


An old man weeping

Every time he sings

His dear lost wife’s

Favorite hymn


Old friend still funny

Telling the same jokes

That made us laugh

When we were just kids


Once made

The connections last

Over time

Through space

Beyond even death

It is a blessing

My heart knows





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