Ancestors
Poetry
April 6, 2023
When I feel alone I look for them in the lights
By the fire, in the cold
Hoping to see you in the colors, flashing blue and green
We gather together waiting sunset
We see the eyes of the ones who once were with us
We see the mist, We see the fog
We don’t see you but we know you’re never gone
In spirit you’re here
Your presence will remain forever
Lighting the way
adviser • Sep 27, 2023 at 11:43 PM
I just love this – thank you for writing it.