Mourning Again

 

Three years ago I learned how

To mourn my long dead father

Dead these forty years almost

I never had ‘till then.

 

I bawled, I yelled, I kicked, I screamed

Howled full desolation out.

Cursed the day that brought his death

Cried upon my now dead mother’s bosom.

 

I was the one so stable when

I buried Father without grief

It took me almost forty years

To find my tears

Find the melting of stern resolution