A Difficult Piece


The grass around
my father’s grave.
To walk on blades
I can’t help but feel.

Does he see me struggle
over sunken markers
careful not to wake the dead?

I’d like to share the latest.
Everything I’m after.
News about a dream job
my own place to live
the love of a woman who finds
me worthy of affection.

There’s little to report.
I speak of world affairs.
Warmer winters.
Now he knows the score
of last year’s Super Bowl.

I get the sense
of talking to myself
above a whisper.

Over headstones
fixed in solemn rows
birds assuming

c b snoad

2 thoughts on “A Difficult Piece

  1. Tom September 20, 2013 / 7:30 am

    Beautiful! I still miss my dad after 42 years.


  2. Mom September 20, 2013 / 11:02 am

    Your post is heart wrenching but beautiful.


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