Dayan Haemet - Burying Mom On A Rainy Day

Poem By Lewis Eron

The last word we said was true
Or was it real?
I'm not sure
Nor was I sure
Standing on shaky ground
Wet grass, teary trees, soggy hole
And a torn ribbon
Possessing too much of what I need - clothes
Holding too little of what I want - time

Endings are always true
Or real
Or so they feel
Beginnings less so
But who remembers

I greeted you crying
And so I said goodbye

And there I stood
With muddy shoes
Red south Jersey clay
Knowing only
That my truth
Had changed

March 2019

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