Parents 12/6/16 Poem by John Mackinnon

Parents 12/6/16

I wonder if my parents will remember me?
Now they are gone.
I remember them
Through times receding memory.
Their city wisdom
And village eccentricities
I recall,
But must be resigned
To times distorted understanding
Of all they were.

They were, they were, they were.
The one word echoes,
And I, in my now
Would call them back
To comfort me.
But do they know
Where I am?
How will they find me
Now that their map
Has changed?
I call out
In my quiet times
And listen.
Are they listening
To me?