From the batch of poems I wrote over the last two year:
IT WAS ABOUT
It was about the gravity of the giving from you
and the acceptance of meaning from her -
his sixty-year-old Sanforized summer shirts;
one striped, straight at the waist, cinch-able,
the other a fine red Cornell check;
both ready for her frame and life-force
as the season and the rarity of her nearness
brought you to readiness too,
and so a seemingly casual porch bestowal,
yet a legacy as authentic and guarded
as your father's cap and your mother's shoes.
Curious, the coming together that precipitates
at last the release from touchstones
smoothed by years of dear remembrance -
perhaps just knowing she will wear them
in the sunshine and on the open road;
carrying something of all he was away,
yet sharing this world with you again.
by DDD / July 11, 2022