by Dan Garcia-Black
I stare at the obituary page
and I notice the newsprint is crying
smearing some of the words
obliterating others as I try to read.
Undecipherable name, a good smear and smudge,
survived by their someone and two children
an "M" too-wet-to-read and something "i-s-a."
The service will be somewhere on
unreadable date and time
family requests donations
be made to the "C"blurred foundation
in their name instead of flowers.
The dead all look so alike in print
But as I read on
I feel I know this person.
I think of how much
I will miss them.
And then the page starts again
to erase even more details
with it's tears.
Posted on 06/15/2005
Copyright © 2020 Dan Garcia-Black
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Michelle Angelini on 06/15/05 at 10:15 PM|
I'm glad someone else reads them from time to time. I often wonder what the person in the obit was like when they were alive. I wrote a poem like that, but the curiosity is still there.