After Christmas

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Photo, Brian Federle: Desert Tree, Palm Springs, Dec. 2016.

After Christmas
life persists, though
the bare trees are
dancing with death,

their leaves ripped
from living flesh;
disincarnate,they wait
for the storm.

So how, then, can I endure?

I live that day every day,
clenched fists pounding
my penitent heart, crying
Mea culpa! Mea culpa!

What kind of a father am I,
absent at the hour of your need?

Oh, forgive me, my son!

Surely tomorrow
the rain will come.

(28 Dec. 2018)

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One thought on “After Christmas

  1. Feeling this one deeply, Steven. Beautifully expressed…. I think we parents all suffer guilt when we lose a child, as though we had some control….as though we failed them. Feeling it here too, with deep empathy – that hole in the heart. May we both be healed.

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