It’s Not Good-bye Forever
There’s a gang that I hang out with,
Eon after eon.
Generally I know that I know
One or more of the crew,
Sometimes I have to grow
Into the memory of knowing.
In one life, I might be a mother,
The next time a wife.
Or, I could be a forbidden lover,
A haunting one-time friend,
Or maybe even a clergyman.
We fuss and fight.
Pet and love.
Learn and forget,
Then try to learn again.
Revolving around each other,
Evolving because of each other,
We’re our very own cosmos
Whirling through a space of mortality,
Our gravity pulling each other along.
See ya’ later alligator,
After a while crocodile.
Susan Patterson
6-2014
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Whether we are teaching or learning the lesson, it might be comforting to think that we are among old friends. skp