How would and when proud
astride the wind you go?
With beauty and time you never know.
Our living is dying. God made it so.
Tag Archives: loss
L’esperance
On passing
(the) untroubled younger siblings
playing hopscotch – not only
untroubled, but joyous –
and remembering (being older)
one who had died, one who
their older sister
and brother knew,
and recalling, too,
the once and still
vacant look in their mother’s eyes.
Snapshot
You still see our smiles
but it’s dark and we’re
dropping through the bottom.
It’s as in the two-act dream
where the kiss leads to the search
and the path disappears.
1, 2, 3
This set of three poems was prompted by the untimely death of a young mother. May she rest in peace and may her family know the consolation of a loving (the living) God.
1. SHE IS SCHOOLED IN THE HARDER MYSTERIES-
in the grammar of disappointment
and math of endless days.
2. WHAT IS SPENT
to prevent
the one final flare-out?
3. SUICIDE FLOWERS
Wouldn’t they make you sick,
your mother gone
and these instead,
pert with the pollen of dropsy?
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