After grandfather’s wake,
the cassarole dishes fill the table,
Grandmother’s pie tastes sweet.
Dave Barber
5 December 2008
December 5, 2008
After grandfather’s wake,
the cassarole dishes fill the table,
Grandmother’s pie tastes sweet.
Dave Barber
5 December 2008
December 5, 2008
A sudden noise:
wind through the gravestones
rustling faded plastic roses again.
Dave Barber
5 December 2008
December 5, 2008
Cooking pies,
I’m mixing flour in a bowl,
snow deepening in the yard.
Dave Barber,
5 Dec 08
December 5, 2008
First Snow:
my daughter’s wet clothes
form a trail to her room.
December 5, 2008
Home for Christmas,
My childhood room changed
into a sewing place.
Dave Barber
5 December 2008
Family Things
December 5, 2008
Empty house,
garage still full
my training wheel parts.
Dave Barber,
5 December 2008
December 5, 2008
After the Typhoon,
adding I love you
to a letter.
December 5, 2008
Clearing the weeds,
from the family tombstone
there is a vacant spot for me.
Dave Barber,
5 December 2008
December 5, 2008
After Uncle’s wake,
a long walk in autumn evening light
to the dark house.
December 5, 2008
On the dark kitchen door,
of our simple house,
the dates and how tall.
Dave
5 Nov 08
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