I know where all the graves lie;
those of my father, mother,
close friends, acquaintances,
some uncles, some aunts.
My parents’ I visit often,
the relatives’ as often as time permits,
but those of the other aunts, uncles,
first and distant cousins, whose futures
and their seedling dreams
were sent up in smoke,
I can visit daily.

Selected byRaymond Huffman
Image credit:Raymond Huffman

About the Author: Michael Acker lives in Vancouver, British Columbia. He has lived in various parts of the world; his early education was in German and French(Munich, Germany).  Mike enjoys writing short poetry, especially with the intent of exploring the possibilities latent in a single image.