Thurman P. Woodfork
It seemed in one savage, red explosion we
were ambushed, surrounded, dead.
The jungle returned to its ancient business,
assimilating us while our bodies still bled.
We all knew that brave motto about no one
ever being left behind;
but, in spite of good intentions, one cannot
retrieve what one cannot find.
So, here we lie, violated, stripped, fodder for
the jungle’s insatiable appetite;
slowly returning to the earth as time rolls on,
day rotating endlessly into night.
But, console yourself, for I really am not in
this place where my body fell.
It only took an instant before I was divested
of that confining shell.
I live in the abiding love tenderly shining forth
when my picture is caressed by your eyes;
I’m part of the gentle breath released when
you think of me and sigh.
I am there in the crinkled curve of your lips
when, after a while,
the memories of our happy times together
cause you to pause and smile.
I exist in the sad tears that slowly well
when thoughts of me make you cry;
as long as you remember – as you hold
me in your heart – I cannot die.
Do not forget me, Father; fold me forever
in the warmth of your mind, Mother.
And you, Little Sister, I know you’ll always
cherish the memory of your brother.
And you, Beloved, who pledged to honor
and treasure me always as my wife;
you are the ultimate blessing
that defined and enriched my life.
I am forever here with you… Remember…
©Copyright June 18, 2007 by Thurman P. Woodfork