To the Gone Befores

Your children
grandchildren
great-grandchildren
gather

The gone-befores
are here with us
in our memory
in our keeping

We hold fast
to all you taught us
what we learned
from your living

We give you back now
to the earth
to the sky
wind and water

We bury sorrow
sing you outward
fly with you
hearts open

You are the seedpod
in its bursting
replenishing
the earth

Maude G. Meehan