Concrete Peotry- Capstone in Peotry- ENG 444 ’22
Tell me something good and gentle.
Why did he have to leave us,
life fading into a flatline?
Over one year and counting.
Twelve months two weeks three days.
Tell me your grandpa’s name again.
Tell me about him being your family’s guardian angel.
I’ll know its not true but tell me anyway.
How he watches everyone keeping them safe from harm.
Tell me how he was loved to the end surrounded by family.
How they played Lubi- Lubi over and over.
That when mom called with
you and sister in the car,
he raised his arm wishing you well one final time.
Time you and I.
Give me some bitter hope to feed on that he might still be alive.
Tell me that the open casket wasn’t real.
That the mass didn’t happen.
That I didn’t wear that white dress, standing in a store’s dressing room, peering in the mirror, remembering the day I bought it, one year prior.
Tell me that he wasn’t sealed away above the ground near the concrete street beds with blooming flowers.
That the day he passed will forever haunt me.
Tell me it will be okay
Before exhaustion and tears set in.