Along the Road
On the ribbon of road I’ve traveled,
in my mind I left behind monuments.
Beacons of light and hope and example
for those rising up behind me.
But the road is aged, decaying,
and the monuments are just rubble.
Some rocks tossed from my pockets,
worthless scraps in barren fields.
One day the tears may come
to water the trail of dry and dusty seeds
and flowers will trace the remains of a path
being traversed by those who never knew me.
©2024 Noreen Braman