Weasel words
with easy starts
are not the first
ones to our hearts
when the cold cadaver light of day
takes one of those we love away
After the funeral
- when the funeral was over
- After we had buried him
We walked across the grass
...We walked across the grass
leaving footprints in the dew
footprints in the dew
How was that possible
’God’s name how was that possible
with him forever
And now, forever
footprints forever
looking back across the grass
The warmth of the day
losing us all, forever
Sean Let me say that this poem is very different from any I have ever read. Yet I understood it completely, because it was exactly how I felt that day. The sun was shining the ground was moist. My heart was buried with him that day. Sean my son was an air-traffic controller at O'hare. I noticed you were from Chicago. He was a beautiful son. He never left home without giving me a kiss. I miss him so much. Cora 'your friend in poetry'
This poem's a little uneven, you rhyme in the first stanza, not in the rest-but beautifully rendered and poignant.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
NOT BAD FOR A FELLOW NORTHERNER