Monday, May 4, 2015

My tears for Doug (rvd)

"He's dead,"
my mother said,
sounding so dry,
non-empathetic.
I cried.
She said "Hush, now."
I sighed.

What else was there to do?
Never being allowed to show my emotions,
always criticized
for seeming too sympathetic
I realized
how surprised she would be
for me
if she knew how guilty I felt
about not remembering
if I had ever told my brother Doug
about the love of the Lord












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