Death Be Not Proud

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[Perknose]

Going to Zea's memorial service this afternoon. It will be a joyous, even rocking celebration of her life.

Zea with her Dad back in the day:

 

[olds]

What Remains

Papa, I took your razor from the medicine cabinet
the day of your memorial service.
It’s packed with tiny flecks of graying hair --
pieces of you drop now into my palm.

The clothes you wore
the day before the ambulance took you,
remain in your hamper, unwashed.

A food spill now prized captures you alive, eating.

Your scent permeates the shirt I slept in
the nights you lay dying in the hospice bed.

Papa, if you’re “gone” how does your scent remain
in this shirt held now in my hands?

 

[Perknose]

What Remains

Papa, I took your razor from the medicine cabinet
the day of your memorial service.
It’s packed with tiny flecks of graying hair --
pieces of you drop now into my palm.

The clothes you wore
the day before the ambulance took you,
remain in your hamper, unwashed.

A food spill now prized captures you alive, eating.

Your scent permeates the shirt I slept in
the nights you lay dying in the hospice bed.

Papa, if you’re “gone” how does your scent remain
in this shirt held now in my hands?

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