Clothes and a Grieving Nose
For My Daddy with Endless Love
decide … phone people … arrangements need made …
cannot pick … call who … where … when … oh, casket …
my world just stray-shattered fully dismayed
and pain’s pall stretch-burns me like thin plastic
BLUE MORNING - just took Dad …
hued my fragile blunt-sad --
my brain’s left its launch pad ~
no thoughts compose ~
tears fully oppose
planning-time throes.
in Dad’s home, his feel has not yet strayed ~
my known hangs in vague creases of tragic ~
whisper-feels from clothes, Daddy-scent-clad …
bring him to me via my grieving nose
Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2018
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