First an uncle took his family west
Another moved to a distant continent
One after another, the family moved
Always out of easy rich
Always more than
A simple day’s travel
Cousins, my only sister, then me
Like falling trees in forests…
Does your family still exist
When you only hear from them
Through Christmas greetings?
Many have departed to wherever
We go at the end…but is it only
Up to me to seek the ones who left?
It might be a wonderful reunion
But there’s always so much
On my plate…wondering now
Will any ever come back like I did?
© 2017 Robert Mihaly