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My Parent's Grief

I was too busy chasing demons
to even notice them.

The shining lights of the city
reflected on the water
like a candlelight vigil.

Then the attacks by the rabid beasts;
with the fights,
and crucifixions,
and confusion.

It was only later
in the hospital,
bound and medicated,
that I noticed -

my father’s graying hair,
my mother’s wrinkling face,

and the deep sorrow
and concern
in both their eyes;

blanketing me like
Mary at Jesus’s death.


Lost Love

Your splendor lives on in my mind tonight,
The soft glow of your face as you climbed the stairs.
No harsh lines leaped forth in the dim moonlight
Or ungraceful moves, just the curls in your hair.

We laughed and we danced and you held my hand tight,
With a bond that I thought should never end,
Soon the music ended and something so right
Was left hanging in thin air, a prayer to send.

So how was I to know you were attached,
With husband and child that both hold you dear,
All I knew is that we were perfectly matched,
My heart leapt though they say I can’t draw you near.

I didn’t know what to say or how far I’d get,
But your face drew first blood from the moment we met.