Mother and the insignificant meaning of being.

Mother, as one could trace

your steps through time

there were no footsteps to follow

you had erased them all.

While I left without a trace

there I was.... a man,

a man without a face, forgotten.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

today would have been my mother's 98th birthday....her steps still sound to this day, in my mind.
i don't know that my face will ever really be recognized...
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you for your words J. Your words will live on J no doubt!