Washed Away 06/09/24

M

You live in small kindnesses,

it's the way you thank bus drivers,

or the proffered last biscuit.

You talk in small compliments,

growing friends out of strangers.

It's the laughter that fills tables,

and the jokes that split ribs.

You live in small kindnesses,

and so please never change,

but live long and often,

and teach us the way.

Call

Would your cold bones remember mine?

Across the years of faded time.

In the grounds of yonder church,

would on my tomb your soul yet perch?

Would my flower shrouded casket creak,

And sing with yet unquiet sleep.

Black Veils

Would I in death remember you?

Your laugh kissed eyes,

and love as bright as sun caught dew?

Would I in shade see yet your form?

Knowing whence you walked,

in that pale dawn.

Would in my step you hear our past?

And know for sure,

that quiet partings could never last.