on the road to the resurrection
I will pass a marker tomorrow
eight months since dad died
they’ve planted grass now
my mother goes to water it
not so long after easter
even with an empty tomb
nine months will come and go
soon we’ll be talking years
for now I will find solace
in the sadness of this first
bluebonnet spring without
a chance to talk baseball
or to send him a snickers
egg to say Christ is risen
Peace,
Milton
Thinking of you along this journey. I love that you used to send Snickers eggs for Easter.