Denouement
My mother was gone
long before the body quit.
Mourning was difficult
across the vacant years.
So much good should have
a tightly focused end;
it ought to end with more
intensity and grief.
No one has the right
to script how someone dies.
long before the body quit.
Mourning was difficult
across the vacant years.
So much good should have
a tightly focused end;
it ought to end with more
intensity and grief.
No one has the right
to script how someone dies.
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Napomo 15 #1
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Beautiful Gary. I especially liked the last sentence. *
It seems you have distilled a lifetime of intensity and grief in this eloquent verse. *
Thank you, Daniel.
Thank you, Matt.
This poem has stayed with me all day. Those "vacant years" especially, but the whole piece made an impression on me.
Thank you, Carol.