Darkness Into Light

I've come to tend your grave again. The ants
intrude to build their mound; a spider spins
its web inside the bronzen vase, perchance
to trap a fly. The mockingbirds and wrens
are silent now; I guess they too have flown.
I'm blinded by a piercing, vicious rain;
its pellets gouge my heart. I feel alone.
I never knew before there was such pain.

This stone that wears your name is gray and cold,
but you, my son, were warm just like the sun --
no grays for you when you were eight years old!
And so into the light I smile and run.

I throw the daisies high into the air;
I know you are not dead -- you live up There!

Copyright 1994 Ruth Gillis

"Darkness Into Light" received both the
Editor's and Readers' Choice Awards in the
Fall 1994 issue of Feelings; and a Second Place Award
in the February 1995 issue of Moments In Time; and a
First Place Award in the January 1998 issue of Poets At Work.

 

 

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