My mother lies in state
This day
And everyday
Safe at last and forever
beside her husband
They share a semblance
Of sleep
Together in their crypt
While my father
Is ash in a box
On my shelf
I have yet
To fully grieve
For grief is
No departure
From my moment
To moment experience
Of life
I have always missed them
Especially when they were
Here
Now I know exactly where they
Are. And it's as if...
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