Footprints leaving the concrete path
are clearly outlined in the snow leading to
a lone figure sitting in isolation
surrounded by cloistered souls of those departed.
Between concrete monuments reaching skyward,
he is approaching the rich black earthen mound
rising in stark contrast to the pure white layer of
yesterday’s snow on the ground all around.
Falling to his knees and begging the heavens
for her return; grief is pouring from
from his eyes to the ground,
a teen son’s love for his mother lost.
Only yesterday here was a gaping hole in the
ground where her coffin topped with a lavish splay
of flowers freezing in the frigid temperatures
was perched above it.
Wondering if you are finally
at peace from the painful world and if your
earthen blanket protects
and comforts you, he feels so deserving
of your peace and company. With a deft
cut, he eases the pain and purges his grief.
Red drops of fresh blood dripping from the
tips of his fingers are dramatic contrast
in the shoe prints leading to a new cold
corpse at the edge of the concrete path.