Long Ago Memories

Driveway gravel crumbles under the tires,
We arrive after dark and tap on a window,
As the train whistle and click clack of tracks
Beckon me to my Oklahoma home.

Each of the family in the prime of life,
I feel my mother’s hands touch my face,
I see my parents smile with thanksgiving
As they gaze at the blessings before them.

I awake to look through doors of etched glass,
Family in harmony preparing breakfast,
I see gravestones filled with my last name,
And welcome ghosts of grands, aunts, and uncles.

These cherished memories define who I am,
Down deep, inside where my soul lives,
I pray to be seen in my family’s memories,
As an exemplar of life after my last sun sets.