Poem #11: “Tragic”
I’m starved for angel’s food cake
And air
But I’m served up funny with a piece
Of hair
Why so tragic, my appetite’s gone like
I care
Oh why does every recipe say, “serves four”
I swear
Plug in the machine, write him back to me
An éclair
Made of slugs and snails and puppy-dogs’ tails
My dear
Categories: Rewriting Life After Loss
Deanna
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.
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