Trudging along in slow melancholy,
The child,
Side by side with his mother asks,
"Why?"

She says, "I'm sorry,
But it has been a while.
Four, long, full moons like no other,
Making for another passing by."

"I know. Time has passed,
But I do not want right now this sorrow.
I know it will not last, but..."
The child looks up in innocent youth,
"Can't we go tomorrow?"

"Easy now, young one," the mother calmly in return
"For it is with great honor we knew my brother at all in this life.
And with death, we learn."


Look at the elephants in their fascinating way,
How they remember where a fellow member lay grave after many of day.
If only we could know what their calls truly say.