Tom's Place Poem by L C Vieira

Here in this place now that you're gone
we find your hope and hear your song
inscribed and nourished by this land,
its lake and forest, more the man
some hardly knew and yet you share
your traces here and everywhere

on jotted notes, flea market finds,
small holy books and clocks of times -
here memories, much more than dreams
of children's games and what it seems
were adult bonds of cards and chairs,
such things that say you had few cares.

Yet I do wonder of the cloths,
still in their plastic, free from moths.
What future wishes in your thoughts?
Was forest quiet what you sought?

These are the gifts you left behind,
in trusted treasures shared in kind;
from season's past through season's time,
we too will cherish what we find.

So rise, these gifts, we set you free
and wait to see what more will be,
your garden, wild and promising
surprise delights with every spring.

Soar with them now across this land
and through the tall trees, so command
your echo's windy words or still,
and we shall listen, until, until...