She sees dead people
Sometimes in her dreams
Her father
[gone these many years
since childhood]
Her mother and mother-in-law
Chris Fletcher stopped by
sometime last night
she said
[We buried him years ago]
And she knows
there is a reason
for these unreasonable things
The cancer eats alive
the peace the painkillers bring
She wants to cry but can't
She curses the sky
and to the gods she rants
Take care of my son for me
she asks
begging this one boon
I know he's grown
and due to marry soon
still
take care of him
And his father please
She thinks she will miss
the coming spring
She wants her heart to thaw
We cannot think of anything
to lift her from this pall
which casts itself
upon the lives
of those she leaves behind
And then she laughs
until we do too
She says
It's just a frame of mind
So we buck up
and we laugh today
We've not found another way
to return the strength
she still knows
that even death wont kill
I suppose
-Untitled-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem