Stay (a Belated Eulogy)
The day we sent her away I had been silent,
They looked with judging eyes.
I wasn’t ready to say goodbye.
Her flesh was much too intertwined with life.
Though her canvas had begun to crease,
Like mouldy bread; I neglected to see why.
She was gone too soon.
She had to go, by noon.
The language of love is a mother’s actions
She perfumes the world with her intentions
Where spite lives there is loyalty also
And tenderness to her discipline.
I will remember her laughter,
I see her closed, elated eyes.
I know her detail-orientedness
Even if others shut her out as a gossip-by.
She lives in my movement.
She is all the reasons why.
