Monday, March 28, 2022

Elegy for Marie

His, mine and ours she described, face set sour
She the shy country girl bursting to flower
Product of failed marriage or death too soon
Snapshot memories from clear afternoon


Mooning the shutter, two sisters, three brothers
Mischievous grinning surrounds
sweet mother
Framed by a door long lost to squared edge 
Remembrance those absent hits like a sledge


I never met you, young sister of mine
Your existence a mere one day of time
They said brain and spine not yet fully sewn
Eyes wide open  for  mother’s  matrix  lone


You softly came and left-empty space felt
Thoughts of fragile life, e’en coldest hearts melt.