Poem One

These are the times

The Sun has moved to the south
And the breezes are now winds
The Moon takes it's place in the sky
and the Stars move in their paths through the night.

These are the times
When I am separated from you
my mother, my father,
but now I am Father who has his son.

From six to three, my new family,
Husband Mother Son
The primal three who honor you in our Peace
Who remember you in the blood of our veins.

Over the piano your picture hangs
but most, your image is completed in our hearts
How could I ever forget your face?
Your loving arms, your kind advices?

I see the echos of mannerisms,
of words spoke from the fathers heart,
the son's soul,repeats your actions to me in time.
Is there any difference from son to father?

What you began continues in me
and in him and will continue on
from this generation to the next
the same actions, stories, myths and truths
transmitted by voices over the times

And I then will be grandfather,
one in the great chain
I will look to my son
and see the man you see now in me
And I will say 'it is good' and most,
will know it's good
And the memory will continue on in it's Peace.