Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Tuesday Poem: "Talking to Grandfather"

For Helen and Matthew

New life stirring
in this place of the dead,
tears welling as you feel your baby
dancing with the spirits
of its grandfather and uncle,
the rivulets on your cheeks
fed by the twin tributaries of joy and regret.

Arthur walks among us.
I feel his presence every day.
His blood courses through the veins of our children
and though he cannot hold his grandchildren
his spirit holds them up
and will guide them from crib to grave.

Arthur walks among us.
Every day he feels your joy
and his heart is filled with love and pride.
He will be there at your shoulder, smiling,
when your child is born.
A curtain may flutter; a breeze will brush your cheek
and you will sense,
as you did at his graveside,
that there will always be a time for
talking to grandfather.

1 comment:

  1. Love this poem. Brings memories of dear Uncle Arthur.