Life Cycle

My grandmother….
Hearing her live through
the years of yesterday

Knowing
she will be the last glimpse
of my past

After she is gone…..
my parents belong before
I am now
My children, the future

After she is gone…..
Death’s sneer gets closer
Opening his tap on my fear
Moistening years that have gone
Thirsting years to be

Soon they will be asking me the questions

What if I don’t have the answers?