On The Anniversary Of His Passing
for my father (1920-2001) and my mother (1920-1990)
Ten years of darkened rooms now without her
By whose light and love he had done all that
Long years of marriage had asked of him, their
Endless acts of giving and receiving of all that
In their time came and had come to be done
Without conscious thoughts of gratitude or desire;
How the way two people who have never known
Any other had come into the knowing of all that
Was needful without ever needing to speak of it,
Though there is no comfort now in this silence,
Too many questions that he has no answers for,
As he looks through the dark window to stars
He is lost among without their names, and more
Often now the nights not remembering his own,
Yet knowing, if only from a deepening distance,
What he does not know: why is he still there,
Why the long passages of love and loss and
Still love have brought him now to only this?
Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2015-05-03 at 01:32
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