ring between branches
in evergreen groves.
Cringing eyes resonate in my chest
there’s less depth in regret.
Withered souvenirs float
down from scarred bark
to tearstained ground.
Cottonball blankets surround
our tall boots’ imprints,
we walk in winter’s frown.
Only nature’s elements penetrate
this blessed premises’ marble walls.
Nonna’s weary fingers unfold
on gray, carved stone
and trace our family name.
in this strange sanctuary.
Mama arranges poinsettias around
her father’s icicle laced frame
on wide wooden benches,
where we stay
‘til purple tensioned dusk begs,
In linked arms, likewise hearts
venture towards metal gated exits,
Solemn, Sunday steps.
Nonna’s black scarf wrapped head
rests on my shoulder,
“Broken hearts are concrete filled,”
“fast poured pain that forever stays.
Pray you never lose
love like mine.”