I
look forward to this yearly trip......
with
dread and pride.
The
now familiar long, long walk I take with slow strides.
More
crowded than ever....
cars
have to turn around...no more room.
The
crush of the crowds seek out the Kennedys.
Jackie
lies here now...just one week.
The
world mourns.....they flock to see
that
spot "so peaceful that I could stay here forever".
I don't
choose that crowded pathway.
I
have my own private walk....
to
MY spot that is so peaceful
that
I could stay here forever!
All
I hear are the birds and the soft breeze
that
rustles through the leaves
as
I walk my long walk alone.
Across
from me another mother makes her own private walk
to
HER special spot.
I
hear her softly crying thru my own tears.
What
a sad, sad place this is to be so beautiful and peaceful.
We
are aware of each other..............
I
can feel her pain as I'm sure she feels mine.
Across
the rolling green hills I hear the faint sounds
of
the lonely bugler and TAPS.
I
stop walking and a tear runs down my cheek.
I
trudge on and then I'm there.
I
fall to my knees and cry................
soft
tears this time..........................
I
don't feel racked by pain.
FINALLY
I feel at peace in these surroundings.
Seeing
his name..................
being
proud he is mine.
Sad
that all I have left of him .................
a
three day visit once a year.
His
love embedded in my heart
His
memory with me always I leave...............................
renewed
in spirit for another year.
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