Mourning in magnets

I put this poem together from the messages Dad left in magnets on the fridge.


We have arisen from our cooling bed.
Together we dressed.

We are powerful
And robed for departure.
Feeling Languid
We await the storm
And watch the sad sky fall apart
To make a portal to our new home.

The time I have spent away from her is over.

Please watch, please observe I commend you.
Please recall our words carefully and with love
Or the heave and swell of the day’s business
Will wash us too quickly into the void.

Mourn yes, scream, but do so with restraint.
Show your iron
My beloveds
And face the road ahead.

Love this garden and this still elaborate forest
And these shadows behind the paint of light.

Because that’s where we’ll live -
Not too far away.
We have joined the moon club,

And if you return to sit here,
Our trees will bow down and touch you
From across the up-welling night.

I feel a chest pain, the fluttering,
And the pounding of my heart and blood
Here it comes, here it is - soft effusuing death.