.
The old lady leaves the old farm house.
November gray
Dry clouds
Cold browns
Walks to the white mail box.
Typical white farmers mail box standing
along the empty road in brown November.
Thinking of her favorite brother
who left Kingsville for South Africa.
Sixty years a gone.
Sixty years without.
The minding love.
She had received a letter saying her brother had died
his children were sending him back to back to Kingsville
to be buried with those he left.
The grave prepared, the minister ready.
Opening the mailbox there was a shoe box.
Opening the mailbox there was a shoe box.
The minister, the caretaker, the old lady
stand over the open grave.
Their words surrounding the small box.
Home again!
