Rock Tree
Family
the rock that supports
in times of trouble
when the world is crushing you
making pulp of your spirits and mine
bringing sorrow to the fibers of the
soul...
and heart, the rock
the foundation but at times
I raise my voice
and spill my bile
as the rock comes to rest on me
family
Stretching back so far
there is no memory of
even walking upright
never mind negotiating
mortgages, fines and in my
dotage the stairs to my own kitchen
tree
Let me be at least one
fragile branch reaching back
and forward, touching
hugging feeling
immortality
family.
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Family Vacation
They leave with the memories
For some it is the pain
There may be those who
Call themselves survivors
Or victims
While others say those words
And much later
Express their regret
And so what seems so, so
Long ago
When I stood in the beating sun
Staring at the ground unmoving
A statue a fixture
Like my other siblings
But in the shade of the parental units who succumbed to their excitement
I dared ask, Are we done yet?
Only to encounter a wall of words
of which only fragments remain
But here, right here,
My father said
The Archduke was shot
I think in the head
I remember I yawned
And so much is a blur.
I observed my father, my mother
Angry but calm
Tomorrow we move on
My mother said
We’ll be in a place where some Greeks
Long ago taught angels like you three
How to use your heads
Now let’s go so you can stuff those heads
“Mouth-first,” I think she said, “With boo-wreck.”
It is today and I wade past
My regrets
The power of those memories and the pull
Of my own three stir up the joy
…thinking of standing exactly in that place
Where the Archduke was shot
I think in the head