Jul 12, 2010 23:29
My mother shifts in her seat
My sister's doubts weigh heavy
We make the shared air stuffy
My heart skips and I take the biggest breath to sleep
Their stones stick to the grass.
In silence we say so much
To not talk we squeeze all our insides
Words unsaid run down, out my mother's eyes
Did they drink together?
Did they dance or swing at each other?
And her grandmother framed in a wall
I put out my hand for someone to take me through those rose-colored halls
And sat on the cold marble floor while some people ate below
Here’s the vow
To talk out loud
For love, rich as an accent
We'll remember each other by sharing in our cemetery lunches