He'll Greet You In Your Way

Your chest rises, your chest falls
A flutter in your heart
Lips relax as you exhale
Eyes closed, eyebrows raised
Breathing

I dream of what you're imagining
What stories do you play?
Cheeks warm, hands cold
You're so alive with playfulness even still
Are you thinking of when you first saw her?
When you knew you had love...
When you knew she wanted you too?
Or the moments you saw your children's faces the day they were born
Maybe the sun on the green spring fields
The smell of her favorite flower or her night gown
Do you remember the very first laugh my mother laughed as a small babe?

As you feel her soft hand on your arm
Do you remember those first steps of hers?
The first tears she cried that made her leap into your arms
Perhaps you recall the nervousness of your first day in the service
Or the chill of the snow air in Ohio
Can you feel the ringlets in your baby's first baby's hair?
Weaving the sweet, downy strands through your fingers
Sweet Melody

I know the tape in your mind plays all of our voices
All the tidbits you know of us
We're with you
All of us
With you there
Can you feel us?
A river so calm
No toiling, no pain
Breathe in, now out
We're here
We'll always be with you
It's okay, what you need
Inside of us you're never gone




For my grandfather, Robert Eugene Winn
April 25, 1927-May 1, 2015