Gratitude
They came to visit
they drove for hours
while mom was ready
to pass over
with no mind
no senses
no sense.
They came to visit;
I knew them from a
different place and time.
They came with their little known religion
found in dusty textbooks.
They came to visit
not to convert
not to explain
they came just to visit
mom
and give their
last blessing.
They came to visit
then they left.
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Both the photograph and the poem are exquisite!
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