WHITE NOISE
She passed away, my wife from yesterday,
Where did she go? I’m sure heaven I know.
Is there a place in between? a place never seen,
As if awakened from a dream, I hear her from before.
Body and soul, energy and personality, we disappear,
Listen closely as the white noise enters your rested mind.
A contact is a possibility, desperate to connect once again,
Somewhere out there, a piece of her survives, listening to white noise.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
Body and soul, energy and personality, we disappear – we do – we can’t share all our memories with anyone. I felt that when I tried to capture the feelings from the old photographs of my grandparents weddings. I knew them in their fifties. I never felt their youth. My mother shared some of it, but to know their hearts and expectations and dreams – they’re gone forever at least from down here. My hope and faith is that they live on.
Thank you for reading.
My pleasure.