they will miss us when we are gone
those grey haired men with faded eyes
tired spirits forgotten of tender gestures
frozen moments of yes and maybe
lost
lost
they will miss those days of celebration
sparkle dusted windowsills twinkle lights
laughter gathered spring flowers
lush tomatoes brimming apron arms
gone
gone
we who have heard whispers riding in on breezes
brushing our hair with rain soaked secrets
teasing our hearts with memories of truth
waking our hopscotch dreams with dares and promises
value
value
we who know the barefoot dance dusty earth thumping
wide hips swaying gnarled fists in the clouds
shouts that reach to homeward lands and chosen fortunes
“teh na na teh wah na heya heya whaaa teh na”
now
now
we will not miss them when we are gone
we will live the days of sunrise and laughter
tattered ragtag journey of sparks and rusty songs
baskets of soft feathered birds and new tomorrows
always
always
believe
