Our Father

We carry Dad in this huge box,

four of us bearing the weight,

that of him, that of the box, this very box,

this weighty combination, a virtual sarcophagus,

or so it seems to us,

the four siblings who support this box,

this very box, this hefty bulk,

containing our dad, on this day.

He was our old friend, still so,

and is a guy who supported us,

kept us in bread, daily,

and much more, much more.

He is a heavy man

in this accursed, hefty, weighty box.

Our shoulders sag, slump,

two left, two right.

Oh, the weight of this dear father

in this big box, on this day,

a huge thing we'd rather not bear.

Do we not wish this man would spring to life?

(May 2022)