Knocking On a Door That's Not There
hello tombstone, kiss my Mother for me
tell her i never shed tears but emit celebratory smiles
ahhh, if only tombstones could talk
sometimes words are not there, but memories are,
but when that is not enough....so incomplete.....
hello ashkeeper, kiss my Mother for me
tell her that i never express fear but put on brave faces
ohhh, if only ashes had multiple facets
sometimes lies are minidevils allowed in for false therapy
but when that does not cut it....so unsatisfied....
hello cemetary, kiss my Mother for me
tell her i always value openness but tend to be closed frequently for renovations
aye, if only cemetaries could properly present
sometimes shields and shells are all i have for the comfort and safety of my self
but when that is no longer useful.....then what.....
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2014
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment