Grave Feelings

Having walked from my parents’ grave,

visiting my step-sister who now lies with them,
I walked the same trail I’ve walked since my step-mother died 46 years ago.

I walked to your grave and once I arrived,
I reached out and placed my hand on your photo

that has remained affixed to your stone for these last 48 years,

And I believed in God a bit more at that moment than I have in a while.
I even contemplated what I have felt as a remote possibility

That there is a heaven where I would see you again and hug you again
And then I realized that if it’s true I will be hugging you and lots of others.

I stood there and prayed that maybe it is all true
And a big part of me hopes it is.

As I look into your youthful smiling eyes, I would love to see the day that you’re looking back at mine.