Daughter's Grief

Poem By Louise Marie DelSanto

Grief is in my backyard
where the weeds grow
high and tangled as it
has before but not without
the burnt-out flowers, the
deadheads of roses,
Fifty two years
I knew my father
The scarlet roses are
blooming and its bloom
is fully open and extends
to the arborvitae that stands
before it, green as ever before
And the sorrow I feel is strong
though I thought the ache would
be like the loss of my Summer
Yesterday my mother asked me
if I remember how my fathers
skin felt, how his hands, weathered
and old, gripped at my waist when
I stood him up, how he smelled after
I bathed his body fragrant
I wanted to go where
he was buried and smell
the freshness of rain, see new grass
growing, and forget sorrow.

Comments about Daughter's Grief

Dear Louise, Very touching indeed! Loved your imagery. Gregoryxxx
This is such a beautiful poem about the love you have for your Father What a honor you cared for him Pleasant memories are yours forever

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