For my parents.
Jeannie Workman McMaster: 1920-1994
William Robert McMaster: 1918-1995
Poem 24!!!
They died.
But I remained.
I walked the land they worked.
Remembering the lives we led:
All gone?
I found them in the soil, the sky:
Alive, each season’s turn.
I blossom now.
And grow.
(c) Anne McMaster 2015
Beautiful! Interesting, I believe several of us wrote about our parent or parents.