He’s back with family,
Mother, father, sister.
The silence of the meeting
And then what we can only
Do they touch?
Do they kiss?
Do they talk?
But do they even remember who they were
Or what they are?
Is she still his mother
And the father with all the jokes
Can he still tell them?
And his sister, she’d had such pain
Is she smiling again?
But do they even know that I am
I leave a stone in case they do
The Reunion © Seymour Shubin 2012