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A Visit Home
c. 2010 by Olan L. Smith
When I traverse homeward
To gaze upon hometown streets
Not a soul do I meet amid knowing eyes
With greetings of, "Yes, I remember you."
Then, I travel to the rows of stone,
One, after another in endless deepen shadows.
I see their names;
John, Keith, Harry, Jeff, Chris,
Aunt Bea, Grandpa and Ma, laid to rest.
Then I turn to see Mom and Dad,
My brother Paul and three empty plots,
Of which one is my eternal space.
I look to my friends, all gone now,
And say, I am coming home.
Not a word do they say in reply
But silence speaks louder than loud, "Yes, we know!"
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