The goodness of each one ripples down through time.
These people who have shared our life
The kindness of a word or a touch when it was needed
The space in time we each share
Is here like a wave
Leaving a ripple in our hearts.
And lessons recognized in their passing
Spread as rings on water, seen, then remembered
The goodness of each one ripples down through time
(The boy in the red shirt is the great grandson of someone whose name is on the stone)
Press Democrat article is 10/07/19
Other fire poems
10/28/17 Among the flame then ash
12/13/17 Measure of Time
10/24/18 Haiku from fire days