Dressing For My Father’s Funeral
I held the black camisole up
and a tear fell from somewhere –
a diamond on the edge
of a ray of light.
I buried my face in the blackness
of the lace at the neck of the camisole.
At the neck, too narrow
to hold anything
important anymore.
I let it go.
It came back as a river.
All the memories.
He said, “You and me kid,
we’re from the same club.
The Broken Hearts Club.”
He said, “You and me kid.”
He said, “You and me.”
©Julie Eger
I went to a funeral today. He was the father of my best friend.
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Finding this a this time gave me shivers, smiles and tears. There always seems to be this similitude of timing.
We seem to have some unseen connection, something directing, or orchestrating things. 🙂