The last memory I have of you

Is you sitting in your coffin

Pale cold and alone

You looked like the color of your bone

You were once alive

Full of color

But now you look much duller

Now the only image I can see of you

Is you in your coffin

And I wanted to do was hug you when I saw you

And I know if you were alive you would want to, too...

I still remember that house on the hill, there was a fenced in pool and another fence that went around the back yard. When we parked I always felt I’d roll off the hill, once we walked up the stone path we had to be careful not to let out paten and Baxter the two identical dogs

I remember sitting with you on the hill eating lunch and talking about finding the difference between the dogs. I remem...

Not everyone is wearing black.

I thought black represented death, mourning, respect towards the person you lost.

Old ladies have crumpled tissues in hand

Smiling as tears build in their eyes.

All hushed voices, like making a loud noise will wake up the deceased.

Kids are quite, but they don’t know why.

They play with the dolls their parents brought to distract them from the somber event.

Somber...

I was blind to your face, to the way,

Your browse furrowed, and to the pain,

In your eyes, beautiful and brimming,

Blind to your clinched fists.

I was deaf to the words,

That spewed from gridded teeth,

Deaf to The pleas and the warnings, and to,

The inevitable silence.

“You’ll miss me when I’m gone, “ you said,

But I, so blind, so deaf and dumb,

Cocooned in my own existence,

Poure...

They weep.

He sleeps.

Eyes teary.

Hearts weary.

I’m confused but aware.

My aunt who’s a tomboy cloaked in feminine wear.

I’m aware but confused.

My uncle who never cries is using tissues.

They weep.

He sleeps.

Eyes teary.

Hearts weary.

I’m confused but aware.

My hand is pulled and I rise from my chair.

I’m aware but confused.

I am told it is time to say goodbye, I see no issue.

They weep.

He sle...

Sorrow fills the air

And black crows circling above

The bouquet of roses

In your hands

Do you know that I am here?

Standing at the doorstep

Of what used to be

Praying for the time back

Standing waiting for them

To fade to black

To wake up and see

You next to me

My voice breaks as I

Give the speech

Of early mornings

And late nights

How it wasn’t enough

How I wish to hear your laugh

Best fr...

Oh No

Oh No

Grandma Died over her bowl of pho

Oh No

Oh No

Why does nobody say

What to wear on such a dreary day?

A sparkly blazer?

Or something I bought from a fundraiser?

Nah

I’ll wear my multicolored dress

What?

Why are you calling me a dullard?...

Our hearts beat in tandem,

pressed tight in a hug.

Just last week you could feel,

my skin gripping yours.

But souls are not tangible,

as im often a fool to believe.

You have left your vessel,

abandoned in the ground.

An empty husk left to stare,

yet destined to never see.

Those eyes once so full,

duller than the wood.

Honoring your just gone life,

feels wrongly premature.

When I still f...

It was my great grandad’s

Though I hardly knew him.

We went to London for a few days.

The only thing I can remember is getting my hair caught in a boy’s shirt button.

He was in the row in front of me.

His shirt was light blue.

Plaid.

Button up.

I can’t remember his name but he looked familiar.

My five year old self whispered

“Sorry, sorry, mommy help me”

As my grandfather was giving a eulog...

There she is, my best friend,

Now a stranger

Laid in a box like something

You’d buy at a butcher’s counter,

Wrapped up nicely

In her finest clothes

I halt at the entranceway

Take a deep breath

Remembering the times

We’ve had - some good

Some bad - hands atremble

What would you say to me now?

How would we twist this to ensure

We’d be able to face the truth?

But I, alone, gather my stre...