Where are you,
Mom and Dad?
Do you rest?
Are you at peace?
Open air and sunshine
Salt and sand, warm stones
And the slurring sweep
Of ocean water returning
To the vastness beyond us
Called always.
No time to stay
Always a moon
A darkness
A dream
Elsewhere
With a promise
Of return.
Are you there
On that island
You called your own
When you were young,
That became our own
When we were a family--
The sunshine and wet sneakers
Coppertone and skin
That burned anyway
Lunch in paper wrappers
From the deli
Blankets and towels
And time
To face the sun.
Are you there?
And if not, where?
Where is peace,
And where is the rest?
(Little Tavern is the island in Long Island Sound near Norwalk Harbor where Mom and Dad wished to have their ashes scattered.)
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