theres a simple subtlety in the
broken stream of words dripping heavy
off your lips.
the fragments remaining
compose a confused collection of
memories, cracked and drying
lost without discernment.

you're sweet
with all your thoughtful concerns,
thinking of me when the words
fail to assemble themselves for escape,
giving me your heart when you reach out your
stubborn palm (wordless) begging assistance.

but while youre gone,
give your bones a rest for me, and
i'll leave my love where jesus stood
at your bedside to walk with you
when you sunk into the peace of sleep.
 
 
(in memory of w.o.s.)
i love you grampa.