I Lost a Friend
When told
tiny lips quiver
only six
and a heartbeat quickens
little man of substance
sad but grandpa
has passed
away.
Can’t be
he can’t be gone,
I still have things to tell him.
© 1985 Richard L. Provencher
All Rights Reserved
first published Spring/Summer 1985
Tower Poetry Society
Vol. 34 No. 1 ISSN 0495-9701
University of Hamilton, Ontario
Comments
Sikander | July 21, 2009 - 19:26
Beautifully brief, Richard. An excellent description of the bald unreality of loss.
Richard L. Prov... | July 22, 2009 - 02:15
Thank you Sikander for your lovely comment. Sometimes, brief is good, eh? I find it a welcome challenge to get inside the soul of my subject, and use their voice . Richard LP