The Song of a Survivor

Aging isn’t fun to think about

but it beats other potential paths.

Grandchildren two hundred miles away

are hard to hug but would read

if I texted them about “All Hallows Day”

and a cemetery in Mexico I visited on November 1st

to see flower-covered graves on the Day of the Dead.

When memories of distant places need suffice

for trips to exotic places, I could crave unseen sights

but rest content singing my song of a survivor.