Lucy

Written for the Image of Her contest

I remember her

The way her eyes gleamed in the summer sun

Her laugh echoes in my ears

Haunting me with its presence.

Since she has been gone all these years.

I remember it all

More than I would care to

The way his eyes filled with cold tears

The day they found her there

I can still hear his animal cry

“Not Lucy”

I scrubbed his jeans later yet there are still stained

With the river mud from when he dropped to his knees

By her limp wet body.

I remember it all

Helping carry him to the car

Standing by his side when we burred her

I was there when the traveling sailor

Tattooed her face on his chest

Each night crawling into his arms for comfort

Seeing Lucy

Never being able to forget

I am an old woman now

Seeing the face of my dead child

Staring out from the chest of my dead husband…

I remember it all….

 

 

 

Reviews

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Such a sad poem, beautifully penned. Thank you for sharing and for entering my contest. Debileah