We sat in folding chairs

My father who had forgotten me

My forgiven self next to him

The minister closing her Bible

Looking at us, waiting with us

Earth, lush and dark and waiting

Loamy, asking to be held

Then soft tapping on my shoulder

Janice, it’s me, Carolyn

We ran through the barn doors

Weaved around trees with hanging buckets

Stood in the yellow heat of the sugar shack

Licked the earth’s plums from our fingers

Said goodbye for fifty years, fifty years

Felt the silvery, light rain on our heads

Remembered everything and nothing

Studied the thick beautiful earth for answers


Written in response to The Daily Post prompt: Earth

7 Comments on “Graveside

    • Olga – Thank you! I wrote it and started immediately thinking that no one will get it because I tried to squeeze too much into one thing. Which might still be true but I really appreciate your comment. 🙂

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      • With a very emotional piece of writing like yours, it’s difficult to know how to comment at times. 🙂


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