After grandfather’s wake,

the cassarole dishes fill the table,

 Grandmother’s pie tastes sweet.

 

Dave Barber

5 December 2008

A sudden noise:

wind through the gravestones 

rustling faded plastic roses again.

 

Dave Barber

5 December 2008

Cooking pies,

I’m mixing flour in a bowl,

snow deepening in the yard.

 

Dave Barber,

5 Dec 08

First Snow:
my daughter’s wet clothes
form a trail to her room.

Home for Christmas,

My childhood room changed

into a sewing place.

 

Dave Barber

5 December 2008

 

Family Things

Empty house,

garage still full

my training wheel parts.

 

Dave Barber,

5 December 2008

After the Typhoon,

adding I love you

to a letter.

Clearing the weeds,

from the family tombstone

there is a vacant spot for me.

 

Dave Barber,

5 December 2008

After Uncle’s wake,
a long walk in autumn evening light
to the dark house.

On the dark kitchen door,

of our simple house,

the dates and how tall.

 

Dave

5 Nov 08

New Collections:  Family Markers