passing

Generations fail – crushed in time,
leaving history’s mass.

Lonely cairns covered in grass

We kept their bones
We have their eyes

Passing by unknown lives,
dreaming our future names.

Unaware of becoming the same.

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Finally

Essentially.  Me.

Daughter. Friend. Wife.
All I can be. The end of life.
Pretense crumbles: I prepare to take flight
Swirl away, fly today, wisp of light-
As the layers give, with moments to live
You are the last I will let go