A Difficult Piece

ABOVE A WHISPER

The grass around
my father’s grave.
To walk on blades
I can’t help but feel.

Does he see me struggle
over sunken markers
careful not to wake the dead?

I’d like to share the latest.
Everything I’m after.
News about a dream job
my own place to live
the love of a woman who finds
me worthy of affection.

There’s little to report.
I speak of world affairs.
Warmer winters.
Now he knows the score
of last year’s Super Bowl.

I get the sense
of talking to myself
above a whisper.

Over headstones
fixed in solemn rows
birds assuming
V-formation.

c b snoad
9-19-13

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2 responses to “A Difficult Piece

  1. Tom

    Beautiful! I still miss my dad after 42 years.

    Like

  2. Mom

    Your post is heart wrenching but beautiful.

    Like

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