Leaves Of Remembrance Poem by Samael Wolf

Memory is like the pages of a book

photos of smiles

words written by people

long gone from this earth

I dwell in a moment

on my fathers last days

A stroke had taken him

with its creeping malaise

He was in a hospital

on the clean white sheets

drifting in and out of this world

yet did he speak

A cousin asked what he wanted

'To go home '

My cousin taunted

who would take you there?

Without a pause, my dad replied

'Samael will '

Then he died.

Memory is like pages in a book

Triumph and tragedy

we try not to look

but it is always with us

the echos of the past

the here and now

for as long as it lasts.