Wednesday, August 5, 2015

To Love Him Well

Aidan with his beloved manatee, Manny, and his DS of course. 


To love him well in death
He lays blooms
Across carved stone
And kneels, weeping,
Beating the silent ground.

To love him well in death
I light th’eternal flame
And pray God his soul to take
And kneel, weeping,
Forehead pressed to unforgiving rail.

To love him well in death
We preserve a cluttered shrine
Of figures and plastic parts 
And kneel, weeping,
Clutching what is no longer there.

To love him well in death
We decipher a fantasy 
scratched on smudgy page
And kneel, weeping,
Mourning an ending unwritten.

To love him well in death
We breathe, we walk, we love.
We hope but often falter;
And kneel, weeping,
And waiting for that day.