First to go was the lake house.
Chase Lake sunrises and sunsets,
summer feasts of grilled chicken
and sweet corn devoured 

on the screened in porch. Then
it was Mom, who couldn’t breathe,
couldn’t eat. She left a legacy 
of impossibility upon her passing.

Brother brought sacrificed fowl,
fish and venison to fill the  empty hole 
The lake we pulled sunnies, trout 
out of would never again be enough.