Friday, May 20, 2011

A lovely poem I wish I'd written.

No Time

BY BILLY COLLINS
In a rush this weekday morning,
I tap the horn as I speed past the cemetery
where my parents are buried
side by side beneath a slab of smooth granite.

Then, all day, I think of him rising up
to give me that look
of knowing disapproval
while my mother calmly tells him to lie back down.

Source: Poetry (December 2000).

5 comments:

STEVEN HERRICK said...

brilliant!

LetterExamples said...

Touched my heart! Short and great.

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Tristan Bancks said...

;-)

Excellent.

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