Once Upon A Moment Poem by Edith Niemeyer

Once upon a moment
just last night was then
The rush of the soft breeze blowing.
Understanding didn't come
in a whisper nor in a shout of despair.
How do we help them recognize
that death tiz a footstep
towards the start of a journey
only known to the beings
who have passed the way before
shall we join with those spirits
that are waiting
both human and canine
to reunite with our loved
one's

in the chasm of our soul's
watching
waiting
anticipating

REUNION

Til the future becomes the now

Await