Thursday, March 10, 2016

Memorial Stones


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He's gathering up,
one by one, and placing,
the memorial stones.
I can hear it
all through the house.

I press my palm
to the door,
feel his heartbeat
in sobs calling out
from the other side--

ruins beautiful
for the remembering,

and whisper
a mother's prayer
for grief too big
for these hands alone.


© 2016 Jennifer Wagner

7 comments:

Janet Martin said...

more touching with every reading! beautiful.Still often think of you and yours:)

Magyar said...

stone by stone
tears in this forever wall
genuflect

So heartful Jen_! _m


Jody Lee Collins said...

I remember your post from last year when your son lost his friend. It must be excruciating to watch as a mom; thank you for sharing this piece with us.

Grace said...

Beautiful and touching Jennifer:

and whisper
a mother's prayer
for grief too big
for these hands alone.

Wendy Bourke said...

Such a terrible tragedy ... your poem so poignant and tender. If only there were words to offer, that would help to ease such crushing pain. Alas, time and prayer ... are all we are given.

janetld said...

An extremely poignant, sensitive poem. V. effective.

Optimistic Existentialist said...

Your words always reach so deep into the soul...and this is no exception