We Are Not Alone

We are not alone,

Though it may feel at times that we are,

The very breath we live for is longing,

Longing for the very sheer feeling of remembrance.

That which passes and that which goes

Knows no boundaries to what they can hold

So I say, we are not alone.

As my father rose from the scuff and mud,

He saw what his future could be

And he took it,

He took it in forms of drugs and abuse

Though the drugs he took, the drugs he was hooked

Where the drugs of the mind, and of the soul.

So he quit and found sanctuary in the ones he loved most.

As my mother rose from the quite and stricken past,

She saw what her future could be

And she took it too,

But in the form of a child, three to be exact

And raised them to be what she would call,

“The proudest thing she has ever done.”

Though not knowing what they would become.

As my grandparents rise from the dust of the past

Both could find love in a war stricken country

As they were still young, and one from here

They moved to settle down.

Away from the battle and all the tears.

To the quite, solitude of the islands,

Today one rests, and the other lives on.

As my grandparents rise from the scenery of the stories of old

Their love is ancient, but been made brand new

As they invite their grandchildren to their wedding,

Their vowels resonating the walls,

The church full of laughter and tears.

Their love became eternal, and holy

Not knowing that one would die in a couple of years.

We are not alone,

Our fights, our feelings, our lives.

We treat them as if we know,

But what we know now is what they knew then,

And what they know now is what we should know too.

Don’t forget, they are always watching.