funeral dirge –

    we bury the one
    who could carry a tune

driving home
from burying papa –
the noon moon half-empty

boot hill
one abandoned
toboggan

    [by David Giacalone, In mem., Arthur P. Giacalone (1919 - 2008), who always got us back to the top of the hill]

Comments

[aurora]

Posted for David, who lost Papa G last week. My condolences.

[david giacalone]

Many thanks, Aurora, for the posting and all your many kindnesses over the past bittersweet days.

[janet]

to me, all these are poignant and good. i particularly like the first one.

my condolences too.

[david giacalone]

Thanks again, Janet. Your words are much appreciated.

[Bill]

David, I'm sorry for your loss. The poems would be moving in themselves, but they speak eloquently of the experience, one to which we can all relate.

[david giacalone]

Thank you, Bill. Your kind words are comforting.

[Robert]

My condolences.

[sangeet]

I'm sorry for your loss David.. these poems are poignant and moving.

[david giacalone]

Thank you Robert and Sangeet.