reading my father's obituary
i'm a little bit angry he's gone
but it passes the details are nice
my sister wrote it for the paper
she works for them as an editor
how good does it get to have
your obituary written by family
but i suppose all obituaries are like that
and it comes to me that there is so much
i will never know and i never asked
because i resented the information
or i thought we had more time
in what you could know
in what you might want to find out
in what you keep forgetting to say
all my selfishness toward my father
for he is like a mountain that has vanished
mountains of mountains or even the sky
gone distilled into words on a page
with a photo on how he'd like to be seen
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