I came across this a couple of days ago and was so struck by the first stanza… I just had to share it.
Looking down into my father’s
for the last time,
my mother said without
tears, without smiles,
but with civility
“Goodnight, Willie Lee, I’ll see you
in the morning.”
And it was then I knew that the healing
of all our wounds
that permits a promise of our return
at the end.