In a rush this weekday morning, I tap the horn as I speed past the cemetery where my parents are buried side by side beneath a slab of smooth granite. Then, all day, I think of him rising up to give me that look of knowing disapproval while my mother calmly tells him to lie back down. Copyright © 2000 by The Modern Poetry Association. This poem appears in the December 2000 issue of @3Poetry@1 Magazine. http://www.poetrymagazine.ord | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEVEN AGES OF MAN, FR. AS YOU LIKE IT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE SEAMY SIDE OF MOTLEY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS TO HIS FRIEND IN ELYSIUM by JOACHIM DU BELLAY THE DIFFERENT DAY by GRACE HAZARD CONKLING THE ENCHANTED ISLAND by LUKE AYLMER CONOLLY SALISBURY PLAIN by ANNA BUNSTON DE BARY |