It’s the Way of Passing Things by Wendy Fulton Steginsky

For Liz

Michael, child, you added heft
and beauty to the world. Your eyes
were brighter than the silvery glints
of a disappearing perch as it cuts water.

It’s the way of passing things.
Yes… No. We cannot give your death
meaning nor tuck its edges in
to fit our idea of the order of things.

We believed you were unstoppable
blossoming Spring. It’s the way
of passing things. Yes… No.
Greedy death poaches our innocents.

The leaves are heavy with silken grieving,
curled with the burden.
It’s the way of passing things.
O child, O sweet ineffable breath.

From: https://www.riverheronreview.com/poemsandpoets#/wendy-steginsky

Date: 2018

By: Wendy Fulton Steginsky (19??- )

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