Written by: Joyce Johnson

Another funeral tomorrow that I truly must attend
for another of my generation who has traveled on ahead.
Our ranks are ever thinning and fewer now are left
of that great generation that shares my memories.

He wasn’t sorry to be leaving; he’s been ill a long, long while.
His descendants will miss him, as will his widow too as well.
She’ll be marking those small squares as widowed
after sixty-nine contented years of marriage.

I’ll listen to the eulogies for this good and gentle man
and wipe an errant tear or two at the kind words that are said.
Then I fear my mind will wander, as it is wont to do
as I contemplate how much time shall pass before
those tears are wept for me.

November 3, 2012

For Craig's contest "Loss"