silhouettes dance within my heart
casting omnipresent shadows of you
and yet there remains an echo
an eerie silence of loneliness
deafened by dreaded emptiness
in a place you once tread
those boyhood memories remain
absence the fondness you shared
the gentleness of your touch
supported by words of compassion
always teaching, reaching
no longer can I feel you
though I see you daily
from visions of the past
my soul aches to know
how long does death last....
Bob Shank Sept. 28th, 2005
Dedicated to my Aunt, who was
crippled from polio, and yet she
raised me, and taught me so much
about compassion and humility for
which I will be forever grateful...
