'Let our old memories light our way...'
'A Notion helped me survive storms / Let me treat it kindly and sheath it.'
A poem about seeking solace and peace in the lap of Mother nature.
'Shall we tread new trails unknown?'
A poem that resulted from the author riving past his old family home that now lies locked.
'Though youth is a dim memory, our glories are not.'
The poem captures the poet’s reaction to the passing of both his parents and his fight against grief. He lashes out at grief, challenging it before finally slaying it.