Finally, we had, reached the end of the line here, and it’s time, that we, let go, translated…
At This Time
The Gazes Can No Longer Cross Over
Nor Can the Use of Words
Or, the Prayers Either
At This Time of Year
not my sketch…
The Winter, Not Yet Over
Spring is Still Too Early
There were, Many Flowers in Bloom
In Southern California
The Orange Blossoms
Lemon Flowers
Daisies
Birds of Paradise
Forget-Me-Nots
On the Other Side of the Pacific
A Man Slowly Trekked
Across the Long and Winding Road
paying the respects…Not my photo…
At Which Time, He’d Reached, the End
A Man
Our Father
Will, Soon Become
The Past
Perhaps Today
Or, Tomorrow Maybe
Before the Words Were Said
Before the Meanings Clarified
Especially, Having Yet, to Wave Goodbye
This Very Final Passage
Had Been, Traveled, with Great Difficulties
Is Really, at
The Very End Now
There is, that sense of not wanting to, but finally letting go of someone you loved dearly, because, he’d been, suffering so long with whatever illness he’s overcome with, and, as each and every day passes, the elder grew weaker, and frailer, and, you, as the offspring have NO other options, but to let go, and set the man free from his imprisoning body…
Life, the Obstacle Course 