Poem #11: “Tragic”
I’m starved for angel’s food cake
But I’m served up funny with a piece
Why so tragic, my appetite’s gone like
Oh why does every recipe say, “serves four”
Plug in the machine, write him back to me
Made of slugs and snails and puppy-dogs’ tails
Rewriting life since the sudden death of my nine-year-old son, Sam (2007).
Trying to LEARN, think, remember, IMAGINE, cope, care, read, EAT, write, live, LAUGH, listen, enjoy, walk, meditate, stretch, watch, stop, BREATHE...and keep going.