i wanted your story to end like this
-both of us looking up at the light that spills into your room
streaming across your bed
-kissing yout face.
my head on yout heart
..my ear listening to its music
while you stroke my tangled hair like you had done many times before.
the sound of your heart
my first and last lullaby.
you close your eyes as if to sleep
and i hear the final notes of your song.
At the very top of a cotton bag
filled with your clothes
a beige summer hat with a butterfly stitched into its fabric.
I remember you in this hat
sitting on a patio
with sunlight dancing across your face.
And your beautiful
oversized movie-star glasses
your delicate features.
I managed to keep those glasses
along with your summer hat
your floral tops
a cotton nightgown
that you were saving for summer months-And
a flannel nightgown you wore many times,
-I remember hugging you in.
And a small box of treasures
including two orphaned earrings that I hope to turn into a pendant,
something to always remind me of you.
I cannot sort through the contents of this bag,
but I know when I do
Your perfume will envelope me
like the scent of stargazer lilies
that leave their scent
in a room they once occupied.
By J. Hamilton
I watched you breathe a breath at a time, the day before you left. I remembered the legends you loved to tell on the red clay you spun on your potter’s wheel. Pegasus for my 15th birthday. S…
Source: for my father
I watched you breathe
a breath at a time,
the day before you left.
I remembered the legends you loved to tell
on the red clay you spun on your potter’s wheel.
Pegasus for my 15th birthday.
Smooth black paint
on a red baked amphora.
a winged horse,
the son of Poseidon,
god of the sea.
I wondered if when your breath stopped
you would be free
to see Mount Helicon
and at last
live high up in the night sky
among the constellations.
By J. Hamilton