Louise Marie DelSanto

Daughter's Grief

Grief is in my backyard
where the weeds grow
high and tangled as it
has before but not without
the burnt-out flowers, the
deadheads of roses,
Fifty two years
I knew my father
The scarlet roses are
blooming and its bloom
is fully open and extends
to the arborvitae that stands
before it, green as ever before
And the sorrow I feel is strong
though I thought the ache would
be like the loss of my Summer
Yesterday my mother asked me
if I remember how my fathers
skin felt, how his hands, weathered
and old, gripped at my waist when
I stood him up, how he smelled after
I bathed his body fragrant
I wanted to go where
he was buried and smell
the freshness of rain, see new grass
growing, and forget sorrow.

Poem Submitted: Monday, November 28, 2005

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  • Gregory Gunn (1/15/2006 2:15:00 PM)

    Dear Louise,
    Very touching indeed! Loved your imagery.
    Gregoryxxx

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  • Cantrell Dicky (11/28/2005 10:46:00 PM)

    This is such a beautiful poem about the love you have for your Father
    What a honor you cared for him
    Pleasant memories are yours forever

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