March 31, 2015

Life Finite. {Poem}

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Life Finite.

I had just returned from visiting my father in Mississippi. He was in the hospital. He had always been a formidable man and he was apparently coming to the end of his time in the present body.

My younger brother had died two months prior and my father was fading.

One week after my return, I was awakened at 1:00 a.m. I looked at my phone and there were three calls from Mississippi and I knew. And I wrote…

And so it goes

And so it rolls

Life and re-life

Life finite

We begin and end

And some pretend

That paint is worth

A thousand hurts

While underlying

Wood is crying

Love me! See me!

Let me breathe

We think we are

A house, a car

A suit of cloths

But in repose

We only cry

For love


Author: Debra Scheufler

Editor: Emma Ruffin

Photo: Flickr


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