Always

Always

    By

Lisa A.Williams

There have been so many

 I could build

a castle of goodbyes

on this shore.

Always facing the wind

who scatters those sands

of a lifetime, some gladly

released, many held tightly

still she prevails in

the breath of living to

take what was given.

Those moments, seared

in memory of the family

who shared the love of

music and the lightness

of being, shared laughter

precious commodity in an

aging world of anger.

Friends, close to the spirit

drift away to far off places

to begin anew, always their leaving

takes a part of us with them.

Children grow

become what we were

and more, always there is a

grieving of their departure.

The familiar face in the mirror

becomes a stranger we don’t

know, too busy saying goodbye

to the one we remember, watching

her transform over and over again,

an ever changing self who finds and

then is lost with each farewell.