Tuesday November 16, 2010
Two Days After My Dad Died
The sun haloes
their heads
as they sit on the couch:
my mom's white
cloud of hair
and my daughter's
dark waves.
"How did you and Grampy
meet?" Erin asks.
A smile
like a flower opening
spreads over
my mom's face.
She starts talking.
We listen.
Erin reaches over
and holds her hand
while the sun rests
on their shoulders.
1 comment:
I am sorry for your loss. Touching words.
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