1.20.2008

memories

The last time we spoke I told him about these.
I stood on the dock admiring their beauty certain he would see it too.

His travel agent was on the search for tickets to SFO,
I had begun my list of places he and my mom would like.

It was the day the rest of the family would be together.
I had wanted to sneak in a visit before all the action began.

I'm glad I called.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I wish he could have seen it all.

Some days its like a bad dream that never ends. I just keep running; I hope that I soon wake up. Then I look around at the change in the faces of my life and realize that things will never be the same.