last night
by milt montague
last night
sleep eluded me
my mind kept churning
scenes of long ago
in the flush of memory
a small white light
penetrated the shadows
growing brighter
a beacon
shining on a gravestone
Morris Kaplan
loving grandfather,
father, son
survived the horror of
World War II
1924-2018
rest in peace
rest well old buddy
our years together
were few but memorable
I fell into a deep and tranquil sleep
when I awoke
there on my night table
next to the alarm clock
sat a small white stone