To Ty

Posted: April 19, 2010 in My Poetry
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It’s spring.
The grass in the yard
has grown in uneven clumps;
I thought of calling you
to tame the long, green mess.

I was halfway through my thought,
before I remembered;
that you’re dead.

You’ll mow no more lawns,
nor rake leaves under
crisp blue autumn skies;
inhaling the smell of bitter leaves –
or fresh cut grass in spring.

You will lie,
as you have for the past 4 months,
silent and unmoving,
6 feet underground.
No more laughing, joking, teasing.
No more you to love.

No smoke breaks
on my broad front porch or
talks about the future.

No more shining smiles,
your face lit from within,
as if you carried the sun inside you.

Just an untamed yard
in need of mowing,
and a whole life of
no more you.


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