September 1988

 

To Opa and Oma

 

you said you would miss me

last night

as we talked

for what may be the last time

for a time

 

then

sitting on the couch

silent

staring at the window

slowly growing darker

the sun was setting

I guess it has been for a while now

 

I’ll miss you Opa

(and you too, Oma

you both have meant a lot

always)

and how we used to talk

I’ll remember you with love

everywhere I go

I wish I didn’t have to

my life is calling me on

and I must go

 

I’ll see you when I can