from 'Remembering Kappy'
By the fourth game all of us were buzzed—
by vodka-and-tonic in my dad
white wine in me and my twin brother.
And while my dad took time to contemplate his moves
we two sang parts of doo-wop songs.
About to take our leave
my dad waxed lyrical about his wife, our mother—
now twenty-eight years passed—
wondering aloud that she was drawn to him
who had no future and just an eighth-grade education.
And I beheld this man—my heart in different state—
whom I had asked to leave my home a mere two weeks ago.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
for now i'll assume passed means deceased aka dead. this simple portrayal of a Scrabble game [and connected lives] was refreshing. to MyPoemList. bri ;)
thanks, bri. i appreciate you reading and commenting on this poem—first one to comment! yes, passed means deceased or, as i think of it, his spirit left his body behind. i happened to be in the hospital room with him when this happened which i tell about in my poem how faint and elusive if you'd want to check that one out. -glen