Dust
We of painted clay
Molded from the living earth
Destined to return
We of painted clay
Molded from the living earth
Destined to return
Smoke borne on the wind
Transporting me to the hearth
Of my childhood home
The vessel broken
one soul escapes to freedom
with a final breath
Our love together
Once bathed in fire, now kept warm
By an ember’s glow
So many times have
I searched for new perspectives
Through my daughter’s eyes
I arrived in time
To watch you walk away from
Our lives together
Cherish today, for
tomorrow’s promise is too
easily broken
In a basement bar
Listening to live music
With my lovely wife
How thankful am I?
Still to have the chance to say
That I love you Mom.