Grave Offering
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
He breaks the burst of blossoms off the tree,
The spray of life in blooms, and hauls it to
The back part of the car. Cemetery
Rows wait. He has to ask directions through
Them. Then he finds the grave. His father made
His living from the bees that buzzed around
These bursts of cream and nectar as they swayed
In Florida. Palm glory on the ground
And tomb’s stone top is what was dreamed, now placed
Above the man’s remains. He will not know,
Of course. An empty fulsome gesture graced
His tomb that afternoon in sunlit glow.
..The son steps back. He does not bow his head
….Or chest. He turns and leaves the blossomed dead.
Loved you mom and dad. Enjoyed working with him in 1969 with his bees. I just visited my parents grave in Gainesville, Florida. Sad we lost them.
Steve, I never think to check here for messages. Sorry for the delay in my reply. I’m sorrier you’ve lost your parents and sad I never met them.