Sunday 22 April 2012

Death in The Family; A Poem For Xing Over

A Poem For Xing Over

Gone is one prize fighting Uncle
Last night
2:00am.

Funny my family always dies in April
A month to short
The weeks not quite adding up right
A relief to have made it through
The dark and so cold winter.

Really, it's a beautiful day
Outside some bird has an unfamiliar sound
Like an alarm that will not shut of
Vigil for our nature family
I feel like some tough seed grass
Heritage 
Out fishing hours in the bush
On lakes of glass.

Happy Crossing Uncle
May your journey be well
Those beautiful blue-eyed women are waiting for you there
I have it on good authority that the party was fabulous.

XOXO,
The Kid.

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