To my father, Memorial Day 2014
Resonant memory stored,
such centuries of utterances
cooling and warming
each flagstone,
the scent of mold
We ascended the large steps
you felt as I did, moved
by the voices you’d heard
echoing time immemorial
but from which you have kept
yourself for so long,
the wave of feeling swept
through to your brow
and as it transpired
you could no longer
hold yourself,
Too many whispers at once
too many greetings, entreaties,
too many
So we will sit here for awhile,
gather ourselves for awhile,
and I will wait
till you are ready
to go home.
Very beautiful, moving.
Thank you Raviti! So happy to read you! <3
yes lovely
Thank you Paula!
Beautiful. So evocative…
Merci ma Sylvie!
Last stanza nails it. I like that you went conversational and less poetic at the end. Brings it home from the abstractions getting us there.
Nice Jac! Thanks!