A Visit From Overseas Poem by shimon weinroth

they were here;
and they left,
and now we are alone,
will they be back again
before we are gone,

it was so good
to have you fill
the halls and rooms
with laughter and glee
melody of you and now,

we sat and we drank
and talked some more
the flow of warm feelings
caressed and fondled
with tear filled eyes

we sat and we drank
and partook together
touching souls
spirit of wonder and whether,
telling the story over and over,

three generations
had come together
full of hope
that beyond these days
there is an ever more

do not cry or mourn us,
the waves of memory
are etched in the sands of time
love's emotion
of the finest kind