Daddy rests . . .

lillian

beneath the window
of an unsuspecting lot.
Ashes mixed in dirt
under nondescript bush.
Mother’s gone,
long since moved away.

Current tenant leans out,
shakes rug as dust balls fly.
Leg lifted, dog pees,
unaware its daddy’s spot.
Occasionally, in summer’s sun,
butterflies grace his unmarked grave.

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7 thoughts on “Daddy rests . . .”

  1. kanzensakura's avatar kanzensakura June 30, 2019 / 1:46 pm

    Oh Lillian, this resonates deeply. The spot that is sacred to one person is bot to others. I identify with the interring of the ashes.

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    • lillian's avatar lillian July 2, 2019 / 8:34 am

      Thank you, Toni. Your comments are always so special to me.

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  3. Nancy Jahnke's avatar Nancy Jahnke July 1, 2019 / 7:46 am

    Oooo – what was your prompt for this one! Very effective in eliciting tears from my eyes!

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    • lillian's avatar lillian July 2, 2019 / 8:36 am

      True story….missing my dad when I wrote it. And yes, his ashes are in front of a window where my mom used to live when we were in Iowa City.

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