Without Him
In a sea of life
with her children and grandchildren on
Sunday – the Holy day.
A time devoted to God, family and rest.
I invite them to come. Through the
garden’s we walk.
Hoping to bring joy, yet sadness
consumes her.
Her – our pistil. The female who planted the roots
of our existence.
Wallowing over my fallen
grandfather.
His love of the land,
the family farm,
their garden that defined them.
His absence haunts her.
We walk, yet she is
unable to move
forward.
Standing still in life, the life she
grew with him –
73 years of marriage;
8 children;
29 grandchildren;
9 great-grandchildren.
I feel him as I walk,
seeking comfort in
our families faith.
I inhale
his knowledge that
respires through the
leaves.
In a sea of life,
surrounded by bouquets of family,
yet crashing into waves
in an endless
storm.
She is
unable to escape
the pain.
His death consumes her.
In a world so full of oxygen,
She is left
unable to breathe.
9/18/12
-Justine Albaugh
