I wonder

“Ring out the thousand years of old. Ring in the thousand years of peace.” -Alfredo Lord Tennyson

I should have sketched their faces

when nothing else but a perfect conformity existed

I should have written down somewhere

the wisdom of their words

I should have listened more intently and mindfully

to their humorous quips

I wonder what else I may have missed

I never asked how they met

I wonder about their childhood dreams

Were they fulfilled or deferred?

I should have memorized

the contours of their faces

and the soft lines

that defined their hard work.

I wonder if they feared

leaving me behind to wonder.

I wonder.

I wonder.