“I have tea”

For a beautiful mother,

For a hardworking father,

For a grace of a sister,

For the fact that I missed her.

The reason I write,

In song and not prose,

the tempo is perfect,

for the kiss of the rows.

The graves are all hidden,

Deep in my mind,

Never killed in real life,

Just the digital kind.

I hope there’s a pause,

For a moment to act,

In continued clear tears,

and not to be lacked –

To remember my graces,

When all comes to pass,

I’ve been there, done that,

and I’ve forgotten to ask –

The heavens and earth,

Ready at the tips,

of fingers and ink,

Or the touch of the lips.

Ready as can be for a full-bodied

Flavour, the pause moves me forward–

Coffee could be saviour.