Elegy to the Beloved
The twenty-ninth of October dawned,
I awoke, stretched my arms, yawned.
For a moment I had forgotten the pain
of loss, grief, tears that ran like rain
down pale-faced moon, featureless
like death. Overcome with distress
I have to look down on him, one last time.
He looks at peace, encased in coffin pine
silken shroud encompasses those cold limbs.
Within the church we sang Christian hymns.
Life so short not too much to celebrate
but we tried our best, only one to berate
us for our failings, spitting out her rage
as Nirvana played him on his way, of his age
of his time, beloved soul returning home to rest,
my child, my son, young man deceased but blessed.
© Carolina de la Cruz – 26th April 2012