ain’t been a good year…

they’re taking my sister’s ashes
to the beach she always enjoyed
guess it beats being stuck inside
icu with all those damn tubes
but somehow
it’s hard to be consoled
there’s three of us left
the oldest and the youngest
and me
in the middle
the three of us
are feeling well for our age
but somehow
it’s hard to be consoled
we finally got some decent rain
and things are greening up
this was the year
she planned to visit
getting away from her city apartment
wanting to see
the famed california lifestyle
she would have enjoyed it here
all of the glitter and such
but somehow
it’s hard to be consoled
hospital did all that they could
and in fact
she had shown some real progress
but couldn’t breath on her own
the new president says
he’s really going to address
the pandemic
not like the last guy
but somehow
it’s hard to be consoled
did i mention
they’re taking my sister’s ashes
to the beach she always enjoyed

 

questionable evidence…

aunt bea
was
looking through
some old photos
when i stopped by
to bring
her mail
from
the post office
she said
isn’t it interesting
how the mind
recalls those
in your life
that have
passed
i asked
what do you mean
well
she said
i would have sworn
that
your mother
was much taller
than
in this picture
perhaps
true stature
isn’t
a physical attribute

recalling price paid…

recalling price paid

no fancy
electric
floor scrubbers
here
just a woman
on her knees
older than her age
with
a lifetime
of pain
in her back
she is the bearer
of life
but
she must be
invisible
for
people walk
right through her
brushing against her flesh
as if pushing away
a stray animal
ignoring
knotted hands
that
nightly fold in prayers
prayers that
her
children
will never
wear society’s cloak
of
invisibility