deepundergroundpoetry.com
The Empty Chair ( for Amy & all who have lost someone )
Christmas is an empty chair
donning a dining table
during holiday—
Condolences haunt
as words, until meaning
fumbles between our lips
We flail at half-loss
as razor blades, slicing
inadequacy apart
Yet, offer them regardless
to salvage the wreckage
of our helplessness
Praying our brave dearth
proves comfort enough
~
donning a dining table
during holiday—
Condolences haunt
as words, until meaning
fumbles between our lips
We flail at half-loss
as razor blades, slicing
inadequacy apart
Yet, offer them regardless
to salvage the wreckage
of our helplessness
Praying our brave dearth
proves comfort enough
~
Published 25th Dec 2020
Author's Note
Amy was my first cousin on my mother's side ( Mississippi ) whom we lost this week to covid. She was only 50 years old and leaves behind a 14 year-old son, and family who promised her we would go on, and celebrate with Love. Happy Christmas, People's of DU - be thankful if you have not lost anyone this year; many of us have.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 11
reading list entries 6
comments 0
reads 675
Commenting Preference:
The author has chosen not to accept comments.
