Raining September
Water rising, bridges swallowed
We entomb Dad in the damp earth
Muddy rain, rectangle in the ground
Funeral home, bluegrass from tinny speakers
Bill Monroe, Footprints in the Snow: “…She’s with the angel band…”
Shaking hands and blurry faces
Raining September
The Racoon Creek rises, squeezes
squeezes the in-law’s cabin
Wet hugs
The path in cannot be the path out
roads closed
We take the backway home
I knew and did not know the man we buried
Pictures of him around the casket, young and old
Mom brought the pictures
No one takes pictures at a funeral
On a raining September
Please accept my heart felt condolences for your loss. I’ll keep you and yours in my thoughts and prayers.
Thanks very much
Big hug, Kelly. I’m so very sorry for your loss.
A beautiful, poignant poem. I’ve waited this long to reply, not knowing how to.
thanks