937 ….but Somewhere 10-18-2020

I do not know

where Mother is,

nor Father, (given him)!

I do not know

where three boys

I taught in school

before

they went to war

to die –

are.

Nor do I know

where PJ is,

that promising lug who,

when he found his marks on stage,

became

whatever part

the play relied on him to be,

then died of what we all do,

a stopped heart.

I do not know

where I will be

after the accumulation of living

finally buries me.

But I have faith

in the insubstantial breath I breathe

though cannot see,

cannot cling to for surety

but assures me

all will be Somewhere

and will know forgiveness for everything,

even unto our last exhale of air.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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