For Mom and the Boys

The morning of our good-bye
dawned in golden splendor.

Mountains covered in a thin
blanket of mist
that rose to meet
the dawning sky.
A God-given moment of beauty.
A picture
A photograph
of heaven.
The spirits of Korea's
bosom sang amongst the mountains,
their melodies caught in the mountains' mist
to be carried up into the endless sky.
They sang for their brother's
homecoming.
They sang for the aching hearts of
the mother,
the wife,
the sons.
"We will care for him,
holding him close to us
until you join him."
They sang in consolation.

The morning of our good-bye
dawned in golden splendor.


~Love-Adalia