In morning's deep silence I know that they are there
by Bill Grace
Mother, Father, Aunts, Uncles - others who though gone could care
Great teachers, mentors, class mates - team mates who are no more
Rogue's for leaven and girl friends long from touch
Especially those fond illusions destined to never touch back
Or perhaps too beautiful to consider anything less than perfection
In silence they all speak and kiss - but only in silence.