THE DISTANCE OF AGE
Mum looks out of the photowallet
on a special day, specially posed,
a spray of flowers on an oak ashtray column
to one side,
her hands neatly folded on her lap
in that bloom of confidence
that says it's ok finally to be alone
as long as people still care
which of course we do and they do.
It sits in my shadow undefeated,
a beacon to light a corner.
It's not quite a shrine,
but has the quality that makes it deserving to be one.
Traditional homillies would say
they've met up on the other side,
but death may not be that simple.
Still, looked at from this side
or from any side,
it still shines, and that's good enough for me.