Pathos
PATHOS
Every time I have to do something for you,
an overwhelming sadness envelopes me.
It’s been eight months since you passed,
I still have not shed a tear, there is none.
I did most of the things needed in arranging
your memorial service; but could not do a tribute
for you for I don’t really know you very well.
Two of my siblings out of seven children did.
We decided not do anything after the memorial
services, except lunch with all your children,
most of your grandchildren and some of your
great grandchildren because of the pandemic.
We agreed on getting together to celebrate your
life two days after your birthday in November
and we are inviting our relatives and your friends.
Again, I got the invitations going for the event.
We planned on giving presentations and I have to
read a couple of poems or say something about you.
Reading the poems is easy for I just have to choose
what poems I have to read; talking about you is hard.
All I can think of is the strangeness between us, the
deafening silence when I visited you, the immense
feeling of being an outsider, your total indifference.
If I could not write a tribute then, how can I now?
There are no words I could think of, it is all blankness
for remembering you evokes sadness and heartache.
9/25/21 "P"Contest, New Or Old Poetry
Constance La France
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Copyright © Marilene Evans | Year Posted 2021
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