Rituals
Today is the sort of day
where I would be
sitting in the cemetery
underneath the old Juniper tree
next to the stone winnie the pooh..
Listening to the sad songs the birds sing
and watching for deer tracks and signs of rabbits.
I would be thinking some thoughts to him
and hope he was listening.
I'd brush off his headstone again
and leave a coin or a stone
and then grab his stuffed Pooh bear
and pour some momma love into him,
to tide him over until next time.
But I've learned that our connection
is not lessoned by miles.
So I think my thoughts to him
and I know he hears me.
