There Were Robins

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There were robins out your window
On the day you passed away
And the ground
Winter-browned
Unyielding

Just so much a plaything for Boreas himself
Tenuous til April, cold but no snow
Nothing green
In this scene
Out of Kafka

I had sat, you had lain
In somnolent fluorescent light
Barely moving
Further proving
Transcendence waited in the wings

You held my hand, I wet your lips
Mortality had seized your form
So very pale
So very frail
What happened to the man I knew

What happened to the man who grew
Me up in his own image
Faithful son
And I won
Accolades to make you proud

Like anyone who’s in the know
I craved to see my old man pleased
Took the test
Did my best
Here’s trusting that it was enough

I thanked you for the Halloweens
My precious treasured memories
Hope you heard
Those last words
Because your chest had finally stilled

I only ever saw you cry
A couple times in front of me
The stoic dad
Who could be sad
If only he could find the tools

Left at the end of the sentence
A period, a final draft
Every little
Jot and tittle
Hand it in, your work is done

There were robins out your window
Though you couldn’t hear the song
No more pain
No more shame
I’ll take the torch and carry through

And know that I’ll remember you.

1944-2022

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Published: 3 days, 20 hrs ago

Rating: General

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