The Cruellest Month


On the twenty-first
Ten years ago
Your son
Claimed this annual

On the twenty-fifth
Two years ago
My wife
Stepped up
To take her own place.

Shoulder to shoulder they,
Shoulder to shoulder we.
Another burden,
Beacon, memorial.
Nothing but memory

Stands the test of time.
And some day
One day,
One fatal day
Not even that.

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on July 28, 2020, in Poetry and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. Life is cruel but we do go on , sorry for your double loss. Hugs 💜❤️

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  2. Sending a hug, Ben. Such anniversaries are hard. ♥️

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