Boulder of grief
Nearly rolling over me again,
Thundering down from the high places,
Dawn of June 4th,
Recurring nightmare of wide awake.

This year I saw it coming.
This year I remembered to step out of the way.
It doesn’t bring P.J. back,
But it chases away the suffering somehow -
To remember
To step aside,
Joy tapping on my shoulder just in time,
Guardian angel of tangible stealth.

So I can breathe today,
Crying without losing my breath.
Strange irony -
Twist of his fate vs. mine -
I stand uncrushed
While he, for 22 years, lies still, buried.

I don’t pretend to understand,
But allow the sun to warm my face,
The wind to brush away these old tears,
His far away smile to comfort me,
Glad that Mommy is finally going to be alright.

06/05/2005

Posted on 06/05/2005
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