To Be Virgil
I was their Virgil
He told me
Not that the Farm
Was a pit
But how much more hellish
Could life be
Than right after
Loosing
Your oldest child
To the disease called
Addiction
I tried to offer
Every comfort
Every respect
Every word of wisdom
In my repertoire
And when they needed space
To cry
Breathe
Be
I backed off
I literally guided them
Around campus
I put myself
As gate-keeper
Between them
And the community
Extending condolences
Sharing memories
So many people
Me, trying to keep
From letting them be
Even more
Overwhelmed
They were
So full of questions
I tried to answer
Everyone
And so he dubbed me
Virgil
Dante’s guide through hell
Copyright © Shoshana Batson | Year Posted 2014
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