Kathleen here...
I was inspired to write this poem after an experience I had when a colleague and I found a human bone fragment while working as archaeologists. The remains were reburied without examination or study.
I Met a Friend This Morning
I met a friend this morning.
And already we said good-bye.
He walked this land a long time ago.
And I have just walked by.
I found him as he slumbered.
He uttered not a word.
I spoke to him, as he lay at rest.
My voice, he never heard.
His name? I will never know it.
Nor will he whisper mine.
I’ll not understand his life on earth.
A spark that ceased to shine.
He has silently waited for my touch.
He has yearned for me to care.
I long to reach within his soul.
A deed I shall not dare.
So I will let him rest.
I will walk on until that day comes for me.
I will join him then in the cool dark earth.
Where we will speak and laugh and be….
Copyright by Kathleen M. Brosius
1996
