Ninth Elegy, Being the Last, for Now

At your wake

your mom said to me
(her feathery voice
not quite masking
the cadences of Eire)
she was always there for people
always helping people

Fr Kevin said the Mass
at St Aidan's Church
and D----- remembered you well
in a eulogy boobytrapped

with gentlehearted jokes

and tearjerking memories

We all had lunch
at the Outpost afterwards

I sat with the eight pallbearers
(all women    all of them your friends)
and the inked-up fellow describing
his tattoo of the Holy Name
Jesus was a nightmare

I have a heart-shaped vial
of Lourdes water
which Edward the ex-monk gave me
I'll never place it in your hands

We'll never make the trip
to Battery Street in the North End
to visit the mammoth brick-alley shrine
called All Saints Way

But I'll always remember the day we met
you and me and Debba at the diner
the holy reckless bright transfiguration
that knocked seven bells
out of my stiff and stodgy soul

I'll listen

to the soundtrack
of our friendship

(we didn't really have one

but any Irish song will do)

U2's Gloria
Van Morrison's Moondance
Tantum Ergo Sacramentum
these are the days
of miracle and wonder

And it seems
I must hold onto
the hundred million
undelivered kisses
for the ground you walked on
and the feet you walked with

Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-03-17 at 01:32

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Thomas this is a wonderful piece but the last two verses out do them all.

May she be remembered fondly forever but at rest with grieving complete.