Chauffer of ashes
Recorder of last rites
Assistant Director of Ceremony

For our quartet
(You, me, your daughter, your niece)
For our private assembly to remember

Your parents.  After 65,000 days
They left this earth 11 orbits apart
The space between them a baby’s breath

Their departure has been months now,
Since the portal of the pandemic:
Nothing allowed, no send off for loved ones

No Mass, no funeral gathering, no meal
Together, no tall tales told.  Today your
Revolt is complete and our little group

Breaks bread, scatters flowers – the brightest
Kind, turns the hourglass, places their portrait
On our makeshift altar. We call out their names,

Call out the joy of their lives