Well-Wishing a Headstone
By lupus tenebrae
I wanted to bring a bouquet,
bouquet
of sterling petals,
petals for my marble mother,
mother of downy
nettles.
If I could just nestle beneath,
beneath the autumn
leaves,
leaves left me buried, awaiting,
awaiting to clasp your
sleeves.
I miss that soft caress,
caress of woolen sweater,
sweater so well crafted,
crafted for the fall weather.
Wrapping paper seemed gaudy,
gaudy without your glow,
glow
from every single stitch,
stitch of a plaid-print bow.
So many eggs left naked,
naked without their color,
color of
the stricken blind,
blind without you, mother.
One more
celebration,
celebration by myself,
myself with a plastic frame,
frame your visage on the shelf.
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Copyright 2012 lupus tenebrae
Author's Note:
*Repost* Some will remember this, others will not, but I'm bringing it back for me.Comments on "Well-Wishing a Headstone"
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