High on a mountain an eagle cries out
His voice, a piercing alto
Once and again it is heard, in the beauty of a haunting echo
A memory can echo in the depths of the heart
And play on a loop in the mind
Soothing as the laps of the waves on the shore
Or as painful as a love left behind
In the moment of the scream
It cannot be heard
Yet later you may find
As you sit in the silence to listen
The echo comes back over time
A trunk of belongings, from a long time ago
In a different time and place
Is full of memories I cannot let go
For they’re impossible to replace
Nothing else fits, it’s full to the brim
yet even though, as I open the lid
The contents send echoes of him
As I touch what he touched, and read what he wrote
The tears inevitably start
I hear his voice in my ear
“It’s your job as my mom
Help me live on from here
As I echo in the beat of your heart”.