Just

Just

A little more to say
A little less
Anaximander knocking on my skull
Goodbye mother you deep sufferer
I’ve buried you beside my brother
Nature leans in
October’s falling leaves
Their dance macabre
Oh a little more
I’m sorry I didn’t understand
A little less
The undertaker hands me
Your hospital possessions
In a trash bag
Your teddy bear falls out
Lands on your fresh grave

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by skuusisto