My soul goes on journeys

My soul is pulled here and there 

to the places where my loved ones tread their paths 

In Australia 

In Shipley

In Okinawa

Paths of pain and pleasure - some awful pain.

And to the places beyond

To Mabel, my mother

To Herbert, my father

To Jim

And to Sam

And possibly, Ron.

But the others are lost

I can no longer see them

Jacqueline 

Canitz

Dick

Kit Gleave

Who would have thought it?

My soul goes on joureys

In sleepless nights

And in the quiet times.