we all cling to the hope
we can pass it on
leave something behind
whatever it is we value
or even just a whiff
of ashes riding the wind

it doesn’t really matter
we don’t just disappear
we split into a million
imperceptible shooting stars
faster than the speed of light
bouncing back off
the edges of the universe….

what a ride!

About Eileen

Mother of five, grandmother of eleven, great-grandmother of five. 1955 -1959 Rice University in Houston, TX. Taught primary grades; Was Associate Post Director of Religious Education at Ft. Campbell, KY; Consultant on the Myers/Briggs Type Indicator; Presently part time Administrative Assistant/Bookkeeper for Architect husband of fifty-nine years.

Posted on May 6, 2015, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Myra Berghane

    I like it very much.

    • I haven’t been writing much lately, mostly finally editing some first drafts. I have files of those. It has seemed like my creativity has simply dried up. But I started following a slam poet, Vietnam vet’s blog called “Dark Matter.” Some of it is dark, but most of it speaks to me and lately has been triggering a creative response. How cool is that?

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