Nov 5, 2014

Damaged Bond





Delighted when I was young
watching the cement pour out,
smoothing over rocks.
"Farewell, bumpy driveway."
Watching her use a stick
to carve her initials
in the drying greyness,
thrilled mine were the same.
How could I foresee
fifteen years later
cracks shifting the cement?
Broken pieces missing.
I stare at the chunk 
with "DLS" embedded,
trying to decipher life
in the lines 
that barely show a date.
I feel alone, her name
etched on a headstone,
leaving our bond damaged.

donetta sifford 11-5-2014

11 comments:

  1. Beautiful capture of a moment, and a life.

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  2. The relation of such a simple moment to the harsh reality of now is so heart breaking. The 'cracks in the cement' make the pain of the loss so evident.

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    1. Thank you for stopping by. It's funny the little things we notice when someone is gone.

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  3. Mirroring heartbreak with the physical cracks in cement really brings the point home. Just lovely.

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    1. Thank you very much. It does seem at times our hearts literally crack when we lose a loved one. Thank you for stopping by.

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  4. I love how you've repeated the etching in stone image with the initials in the driveway and her name on a headstone. Such a poignant way to convey that shift in time and life.

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  5. Such compelling imagery. Nicely done.

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    1. Thank you, Meg. I'm glad you stopped by.

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