THE STONE HAS SKIPPED
This was her child, this son, brother, father
Suddenly migratory, moving through the ether,
A stone skipping on a wide bright stream.
She is the stream, the mother our lives skip across
Who bears witness to the passages,
Observes slow motion endless memories -
Widening circles in the smooth
Broad pools of the days that follow.
The stone has skipped; the stream repairs.
The waters that flow between
The banks of her resolve
Reflect the peace that favors her
For having loved so well.