for my mother
who didn't make
it this far
i've walked after
you couldn't
and should've walked
farther but didn't
these are regretful tears
and no joy of man's desiring.
you misplaced the grave early
on and when i looked twice
you weren't there to give me clues
to find the sister i didn't know.
(c) jim hill (5-11-09)
1 comment:
I was slightly confused by this poem, but the overall feel of it put a lump in my throat.
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