We have snowshoes
June doesn’t call for them
But then you never know
How far north you might go
We try to get closer
Than ever before to
Those that have gone on
To that distant shore
How many years older
At least fifty it seems
Back in your childhood
Now you have dreams
We could not sense their struggle
Always seemed like a holiday
Abstract existence in warped time
What words, if you could, would you say?
We could climb mountains
Or be willing to try
Just to get closer
For one more goodbye
Love cannot grasp it
That sense of belonging
No one let go
Yet there’s that longing
Magical times in young minds
Who thought it would always go on
Grandpa and grandma forever
But no it ended, they’re gone
The laughter and the nonsense
Oh! To get it back
The power for a miracle
Is something that we lack
We wish there was a road there
All we had to do was drive
Start in reverse and travel real fast
To when they were still alive
No, the world turns
We’re left with a prayer and a hymn
And the truth is
We have become them
Stanski
May 28, 2025 ^
Steve Haarman 