We walked together, you and I,
close by were your mother
and your mother-in-law.
Well, I walked and carried you
here in my heart. You are never far
from the first beat you felt
of a heart so faint and labored,
now older and drawn to this place
where your lives met their terminus.
Your mortal life had come to rest,
in the shade of gigantic poplar trees.
And I hit my knees in prayer for your soul;
the eternal life that began here as well.
Here with your parents who guided you
through the earliest recollections of truth
and faith. Here with your husband; the father
who had joined you after a long exile. I smile.
A length of paces removed from the parents
that had given him their names and their heritage.
Names emblazoned in marble; a monument to
your mortality, and in reality just markers
from where your new journey began.
Written in stone: Irene Wojtanik,
Bertha Kura, Lottie Wojtanik.
Together again for eternity 
from this day, Mothers loved 
and blessed at the behest of this heart
that sprang from all three. From me
to you, Happy Mother’s Day.



5 thoughts on “WRITTEN IN STONE

  1. Dear Walt… A loving tribute from a man filled with poetry … the circle is moving and I have a sense that Irene Wojtanik,Bertha Kura, Lottie Wojtanik, would all be so very proud to be so well loved … and to have had a part in creating such a loving and profoundly gifted man.. for is that not every mothers' desire?You are still giving gifts each day to them all.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s