Alone in the churchyard I watch
mortals mourning in tears and flowers.
Leaning against a rowan tree
abandoned by my family.
Beneath my feet a girl is weeping
I open my arms and kneel down
In surprise, she looks up at me
screaming like a startled crow.
She runs back through the stone and grass
reaching out to her, I follow
She turns to me – her eyes are cold
and zap – she’s now in the past.
Falling through time – I am weeping;
my eyes hidden behind grey fingers.
Left within eternal sleeping
this is where my Winter lingers.
Light falls behind clouds
A daughter hugs her mother
Spring will come again.
We got the word on Christmas morn,
And they told us you were gone.
Asleep, at peace, with the angels
The Silent Night, your Swan Song.
So, rest your weary head, dear uncle
your work on earth is complete.
“God is good”, you used to tell us
Now you’re sitting at his feet.
Sitting in the kitchen corner
With your cigarette and smiles.
“Oh, My” and “Exaa-ctly”
we would laugh with you awhile.
I’ll remember your red jumper
And the coat that was too big.
I’ll remember your brilliant mind,
And playful mischief with us kids.
I remember the last gift you gave
Was a box of “Indian Sweets”
We all gasped, and gave you “the look”
But were grateful for the treat.
Rest easy now, dearest uncle
Your light shines on us from above
No words can describe our sadness
Always and forever, sending our love.
One grey day on the Metro line
I looked upon an old past time.
Sitting in the middle of yesterday
a carousel that cannot play.
Bracing itself through the pouring rain
the tired horses show their pain.
Eroded down to their very core
their porcelain skins are no more.
Coarse are their once pristine petals
destined for a sea of metal.
The glimmering waterfall
Enclosed within an enchanted forest
Cries her tears
Under a midnight sky.