Who Is Family ?

Under the boughs
of our silver-tipped
olive trees
in the sun-lit
bright blue sky

I sit with
friends, loved ones.
People known
for years.

We speak
argue
laugh
shout
curse
through the night

This is, after all,
family.

Your presence
is felt
if only by me

I look to my right, at the
empty chair
your chair
and can almost make out
your outlines

You are there
You are with me
Even though so far away

You have become
my family
as much as anyone
born
or asked
to enter
this relationship

You, too,
family
my family and I yours

My love,
I am saddened
and overjoyed
by this empty chair

You are not there
but
I know you
I see you
and you will be
one day in that chair

Wine
food
music
All of these
needed for our
revelry

Only one this is missing
from this gathering
this joyous occasion….

You
It is you
Friend, family, home, country
all
you

Scanning the sky
blue, cloudless
You float above us
on your ocean of air
Beautiful, alive, vibrant
aggressive
This eagle, you

How I love you
How I miss you
How I long for you
My friend
My family
My love
My heart

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21 September, 2012

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