Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Reflections of the Sun


She sang
'Where have you been
My blue eyed son?
You've been running
toward the light
for years now son.'

As my eyes touched these words,
I could feel her warm soft breath
as she sung them
to the tune of "A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall".
Dylan could read his own words
with less emotion.

She stalls.
Damming up the tears.
With a quick valsalva,
and squeezing her lips until they disappear.

'You've been gone for so long baby,
and your plate has been set and filled
with meat and potatoes and gravy.
Your dad's put on some weight son,
but we fake being strong willed.
And know you'll sup again,
at the same dinner table
where it all began."

I found this note from my mother
on a plate.
Exactly 6pm.
At the dinner table
following the funeral.

Reflections of the sun
have nary an obstruction
shining right back
to where you've begun.

Jordan R Shaver 6.25.2013