I have come this far, now what?
your luck would have it, even
the most beautiful orchid finally
wilts and falls from its stem, though
roots live on to produce new stalks
their ascending axis perpetuating
even more varied flowering splendor.
My parents and grandparents are near
waiting to receive me some day, while
my children bud, flower and blossom.
I hope that my days of blooming
pleased or my notes and poems
enhance more colorful floral displays.
We begin as children, then learn
to return to that beginning, before
we pass humbly through the veil
into the merciful arms of him, who
had bid us farewell, so many years ago.
c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
October 18, 2009