Morphing through
the decades
leaning on our pasts
Brian, Paul, Van, and I
still living
loose and fast
The words have
deeper meaning
as melodies refrain
The end in view
but out of sight
—the magic preordained
(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: January, 2024)
A Melody Silenced
Ignored
by my children
Especially
my daughter
Taken
for granted
Taking
up space
Living
unnoticed
My pain
front and center
Checking
off boxes
That never
erase
Knowing
she loves me
More
now than ever
My face
a reminder
Of greatness
long past
My voice
the last vestige
Of songs
sung together
A melody
silenced
When first
—became last
(The New Room: January, 2024)