After "Grief"
Originally posted July 2015
(For Thomas)

Enters Minnie Grace

It is into this place,
this fanged, forsaken cave
that Minnie Grace,
intrepid and on tiptoe walks in
with coffee cake.

She massages my mother's shoulders
and tells us a story,
distracting us for a moment from the dead brother
who is everywhere.

We sit in our mortal misery, listening.
My father in the shadows drinking beer after beer,
singing the sad songs to his son.

In this place of skulls and extinguished things
Love is forbidden.
Happiness from now on is forever forbidden here.

Still Minnie Grace enters
shining her love, light, opening a window,
cutting cake into perfect pieces.
How about a fresh pot of coffee?

My father, constricted, diminished,
trudges out of the room
hauling his wretched universe.

I can hear him still shouting at giants,
cursing them, throwing things so small and insignificant
that they remain completely unaware of his psresence.

Poor fool.
Later on he'll write letters to the editor.
To the Mayor
To the President.

Poetry by Ashe
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Written on 2017-10-14 at 03:26

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
Minnie Grace, light in the darkness, sometimes is too bright for swollen eyes and broken hearts.

In your poetry, you find your way. There's beauty there even in the madness, sadness.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
There is such enjoyable substance to this poem. All of the poems about your brother are like that.

I like the way the poem develops.

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
This is so powerful. I think you may have posted it before. The lines about your father "throwing things so small and insignificant that they remain completely unaware of his presence." encapsulates the situation so well.

This is a poem that any poet would be proud to have written. Unflinchingly acute and altogether excellent.