My mom passed away one year ago, on Friday, February 24, 2023 at 8:44 PM. Several months ago I scheduled Friday, February 23 of this year off from work. By coincidence, this turned out to be the date of the Winter edition of the Word to Word poetry reading. When I realized that, I decided I wanted to write a poem about my mom for the event. That turned out to be extremely difficult. This is what I wrote instead.
This poem was written February 3, 2024 and first read at the open mic portion of the Word to Word poetry reading at the Gather community center in Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania on Friday, February 23, 2024.
This is a work of poetry. Specific details may or may not be true, and will be vehemently denied at any church inquest.
At the gravesite
There is a peace
knowing where you are
not far from the entrance, under the tree
in the place where the crocuses bloom
and a few grape hyacinths
We buried you with your car keys in your hand
like you always said you wanted
and the ashes of a dozen cats and two dogs at your side
as you asked
more cats mixed into the soil like fertilizer
waiting to bring forth
the crocuses that bloom in Spring
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| Crocuses, March 20, 2023 |
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