Memorial Day
It isn’t that they’re anxious for earth,
or the curious experience
of rain that does not touch,
but my bones feel
so heavy
when they stand by your grave.
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This is so achingly beautiful.
Gorgeous dad poem.
Sad not dad
powerful!
Stunning!
When you translate your bones to the subject, it gives an insight that feels intimate even when we’re technically outside of the poem. Shew!
“rain that does not touch” operates as a pause before the massive ending
Beautiful testament.
Heartfelt. The ache settles in with that last line. 💜
I loved it
This is fantastic.