It is appropriate to miss them -
For a time.
It is the natural thing,
We think of all we will miss,
The loss - we - bear.
When we are finished with - our - loss,
We face a great choice how,
They will live on in us.
Make no mistake,
They live now partly through us,
Partly through God.
The part through us is small yet,
It is their connection here,
To the Earth.
We can show the Earth their angry bad,
Face or remember their love,
Faces leaving war masks,
To the silent invisible dust.
That choice only slightly defines their existence yet,
It greatly defines our own.
How do you call upon your ghosts how,
Do they appear when you call?
By: Daniel A. Stafford
I picture like in legends where we call upon our ancestors to save us in dire times of need, yet we live in the shadow of the way we choose the memories of them to hold every moment we breathe.