Forgotten not completely but this day
and other days, too many other times,
if out of sight, then out of mind at play
with what but coats our care with common grimes.

Connection not communication floods
all spaces in those houses where no homes
have grown the gentle gift of tending buds
for mind needs safe return while body roams.

Remember much as possible the past,
with thanks for all the gladness come along,
with thanks that all the sorrow did not last,
with thanks there can be better future song.

Seek out all ways to keep the mind alive
until the body makes its final shrive.

- Robert Stone, 21 July 2013