Our Unfortunate Round Two
I want to write
something beautiful,
something to honor
his memory. But
everything I muster
through the tears is worthless.
I can’t even begin
to describe every ‘good night’
I heard as I left his room,
or the funny
little comments he made
just before bed
and right as I woke up
(three hours after he had),
the meatball recipe
that no one other than he
can recreate as
deliciously as he did,
or how it’s going to feel
tomorrow walking
into that funeral home
we left only
eight months ago.
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poignant, powerfully evokes a sense of loss
The meatball recipe is a great image!
You did write something beautiful. You gave us a picture of a dear person we can treasure.