We missed you at our Easter table.
Your place was missing
– as were others, expected –
but your missing was of a different tone.
Our rituals are falling away,
we are left
with each other
alone.
And, even so, here is spring.
We missed you at our Easter table.
Your place was missing
– as were others, expected –
but your missing was of a different tone.
Our rituals are falling away,
we are left
with each other
alone.
And, even so, here is spring.
Lovely, haunting words which have a quality similar to the superb Daphne du Maurier novel ‘The Parasites’ which I’ve just finished. Do read, if you haven’t. Love the simplicity of your poem yet very powerful.
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thank you Lorr.
DduM is a favoruite of mine, so that’s high praise indeed. xx
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you catch the heart of it all so well. thank you.
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