A Traveller

twenty one and one half
years
one husband
one
son
three homes
thousands of miles
countless memories
and
much love
travelling
again

Rain

I love rain at night
To see the lights glistening
To hear the cars whoosh

Looking up

Outside my window
Where he is looking inside
Orion awaits

I dreamt

that you just
woke up
after a bad day
but a good night's
sleep
as you had so many times
and Gianni prayed you would
and we smiled softly
I said good morning
with more conviction
than I felt
and stroked your
soft wisps of hair
and prepared for the
two person ritual
of sitting you up
changing your damp
pyjamas
washing you down with
a warm cloth
putting your feet
in the warm soapy water
Jesus had that right
having your feet washed
is a sublime pleasure
I hope
I dressed and
laid you down comfortably
again
like it was all
just a bad dream
then
I dreamt
that you came back
and I thought
but
they did an EKG
they knew you were dead
but here you were
and I thought
how did it feel to be trapped in there
how did you get out
and I helped you get into bed
one last time

It's the joy

you shared
hopes and dreams
fulfilled
you hope
he left
remembering those too
you hope he drifted off
watering his garden
pruning his vines
sorting his seeds
for planting
watching his son
grow
taller and wiser
he lives
in your dreams
you hope
he left
knowing
you will always
remember
how strong he was
how hard working
how tireless
all else
fades
but the shared hopes
and dreams
and joy
and love