Writing as an act of remembrance

Writing on some mornings 

feels like an act of remembrance 

dredging up memories 

plunging your pen down a well 

and drawing up events 

from years ago 

reaching for people long gone 

loved ones you wish you could see again 

and embrace one more time 

and who, with your pen,

you can bring back to life 

if only for a moment 

your pen scratching the page 

their images in your head 

so that you feel as if you can reach 

through the page 

to touch them again

feel held by them 

can hear their voices one more time 

before they disappear beneath the page 

your pen recording the memory

your words the only evidence 

of their presence