Weasel words
with easy starts
are not the first
ones to our hearts
when the cold cadaver light of day
takes one of those we love away
After the funeral
- when the funeral was over
- After we had buried him
We walked across the grass
We walked across the grass
leaving footprints in the dew
footprints in the dew
How was that possible
’God’s name how was that possible
with him forever
And now, forever
footprints forever
looking back across the grass
The warmth of the day
losing us all, forever
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is great Sean. I like the way that you have put this together. The rauses between stanzas works well as does the length of the stanzas. The fourth stanza, on its own is a work of beauty. This is an excellent piece Sean. I hope you value it as much as I do.