Poet’s Showcase
Going Home
By Ronda Miller
Grave sites scatter
Either side of the dusty gravel road
Like a child’s long forgotten marbles.
A long time ago
bitter, blinding tears
Watered these sites daily,
Caregiver to grass, trees, headstones.
Present Memorial Days produce less tears,
A hasty pulling of weeds.
A different life
Acknowledges time
Going by much too quickly
Not unlike the tumble weed
Blown across the steady
Incline of I-70.
The foot that pressed
Lightly, nimbly
On the gas pedal
All the way west
As close to the Colorado
And Nebraska borders
As you can get
Now proceeds slowly,
Age and pain taking their toll.
Silent tears fall
As the car heads the other direction
Going east now through
Waving, russet colored wheat fields
Leaving the high plains and heading to Lawrence.
The remaining burial sites
Too soon calling me back,
Filling again with familiar faces
Of the ones I love.
– Ronda Miller lives in Lawrence.