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gratitude
by Maria FrancescaI'm grateful that they visit.
I know I'm not much company,
especially with just the top of my head showing
and I don't like to complain
but when they get this close
they tend to shift the dirt around my hole
in a way that makes me more aware
of how difficult it is for me to breathe.
still
they come in love
and I'm certain they can feel me smiling at them
from here beneath the soil
when they ask me how I am. 11/19/2009 Posted on 11/19/2009
Copyright © 2025 Maria Francesca
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/20/09 at 03:41 AM I am intrigued to know more about this "head", literal or metaphorical. The buried feeling always makes me react strongly, so this is most effective, yet there is a peacefulness here that is calming. |
| Posted by V. Blake on 11/20/09 at 06:00 AM @Kristina: I have no idea how she intended this, but I read it, perhaps morbidly, as a dead person speaking to visitors to her gravestone.
I don't know if that was completely off, but I really enjoyed the poem regardless. |
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