One Hundred Days

It is almost one hundred days

Since you’ve gone to your place of peace,

The promising place where you were to rest

From all the earthly sorrow and pain.

Did you find the peace you sought,

Are you free from heartache and woe,

Do you have any regrets,

What words of wisdom would you name?

I’ve never stopped thinking of you

And the love you had given me.

I often relive the old memories

Of times together we spent on our earthly trip.

There are moments when I feel your presence

Like when my poinsettias bloomed red,

Or the time my bicycle failed me

The helmet cracked and my bones stayed intact.

When I have muscle cramps after a game,

I imagine you tell me to drink up.

You are the angel who watches

Over me as I journey on my earthly stay.

Today you are remembered

By the people who love you the best.

Your family and close friends gather

In Irvine the city that holds your address.

As I sit here in Virginia,

All alone on my reading sofa,

My thoughts go to California;

Though not in person, I am there in spirit.

I wonder what dreams are made of,

For I wish the last one hundred days were but one.

When I wake up tomorrow,

This poem had not been written – not a single stanza.