I'm attending my godmother's funeral today. This poem is written in her memory. Here she is with a younger brother and sister at a family reunion a year ago.
Final Resting Place
Most of her life was spent in California
all but two of her children were born in San Diego
yet when it was time to “go home,”
she wanted the plot alongside her parents
in a cemetery off a dirt road,
six miles from where she grew up
in the red clay of New Mexico.
All those years she was displaced
not quite comfortable in her new home
never wanting to take her family back
except for occasional visits that came less often.
Now for her final repose
she wants to lie beside her mom and dad
because the little girl in her
has missed them everday
since the day they were gone.