Pragmatism overtakes family tradition <br />Quietly, I meditate past and dear memories <br />Smokey Gray, along with his cousin, Charles, and I <br />Walked out on the front property, the cedar <br /> <br />The perfect size for our cozy eight hundred square <br />Foot mountaintop cottage, a tall and slender tree <br />Soon to be adorned with a lifetime of love’s <br />Reminiscences, a spirit of its own, an evergreen <br /> <br />Icon for eternal promises, a song for New Year <br />Hopes and promised new life, a communion to <br />Be fully lived, poignant treasure of life’s endless <br />Love, softly, a Mozart CD plays reverent <br /> <br />Tranquility and I think of them, and mist up <br />Gone now, my dear grandmother, the rock of my childhood, <br />My dad who always lassoed his dreams, and Pete <br />A charming gentleman, my favorite one to beat <br /> <br />At family games of Tonk, Smokey Gray’s dear old pop <br />Our dinner table, so empty, so big, so large <br />Their sweet countenances so very missed, as <br /> I drag that dried up cedar tree to the bonfire <br /> <br />Up on the hill, a peaceful place, encircled gates <br />At heaven’s place, I feel them all blowing soft kisses<br /><br />Debora Short<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blowing-soft-kisses-couplets-2/
