A friend from childhood asked me to write a memorial poem for the passing of his 92 year old father; I asked him for nine things that remind him of his father and incorporated them within the context of the poem (I have removed his father’s name from this posting).
‘Soul Train’
No one chooses the time or station of their arrival.
No one chooses the time or station of their departure.
“We all come from God
and unto Him do we return.”
(name removed from posting) arrived in an age of economic turmoil
and departed during a time of political upheaval, but
where there is a mustard seed of love
there is enough to thrive.
Parent, child, sibling, friend, lover, spouse,
co-worker, student, mentor – the job titles go on and on…
Look around you, each of you were born
and each you will die.
Travelers on the road,
camping along the way on a journey home.
Be strict with one another, but not too harsh.
Be kind to one another, walk each other home.
The clanging noise of the train station
can be overwhelming – embrace it.
We were born for a reason and we die for a purpose.
Celebrate this life. Celebrate your life.
No one chooses the time or station of their arrival.
No one chooses the time or station of their departure.
“We all come from God
and unto Him do we return.”
9-4-24
My husband's poetry 
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