epitaph

um. just digging through the big blue journal

my knees are cold

                                  holy night is here to bring just hush

to ring subtle

to fling dream

to whisper peace

                               to bury my frame under gray blankets

the only grave i look forward to

 

  angel               cat                hovers       above

sad.

despondent

                      bowing heavy head into my chest

praying for my resurrection

           and finally she too

falls      to rest

adorning my form

my slumbering headstone

           the most beautiful epitaph the day shall read.

 

Author's Note

living and leaving frequently the realms of responsibility. and i still am trying. but then. in that room facing the north of lawrence, and the night was bitterly lonesome ..cept for ella my cat. who watched for years in horror the father she loved and the owner who barely survived.....and always found her head under my chin....no matter how mad and close to death i got.