Visiting Father’s Grave

Visiting my father’s grave
In Yakima
The ancestral land of the Aller clan

Thinking about my father
And his legacy
And thinking that I am

My father’s son
There is so much
I wanted to tell him

So much I wanted to share
So much I wanted him to see
My accomplishments

He was taken from me
Before I had achieved
my dreams

Before I had become the man
That he and I both knew
I was destined to be


Ghosts in Yakima

Walking along a graveyard
Looking for my father’s grave
Seeing all the gravestones

I begin to sense the spirits
Of the restless dead
They linger around the graveyards

Waiting for visitors
Eager to talk to anyone
Who cares to stop

And chat
So lonely being a ghost
With no one to haunt