Sunday, June 24, 2012

The passing

my mother’s slippers
watch over her passing
in the way of old friends

her glasses, lonely
for the smile in her eyes
gaze from empty windows

behind the door
her pinny, missing her warmth
hugs her empty shape

until, after the wake
the final separation of
what is, from what was

the ritual burning
consumes shared lives
as a chapter closes

~ Merlene Fawdry

Sunday, June 10, 2012

a few doors down, youths
sprinkle glass confetti
in drunken expression

the following day
children, navigate their way
through shards of defiance