Spurned

mourning

our silent baby

our hospital room

together

~

to say good-bye

I asked for a blessing

from a man of faith

~

no soothing

comfort

just guilt

for not practicing

~

you could be anybody

our church

doesn’t know you

~

I have engraved your name on the palms of my hands

~

insincerity

grudgingly

walking through

a ritual

~

forgive me father

I know not

what I do

~

Spurned

Small Town Hockey

in canada

hockey was considered

an official religion

~

a player

was traditionally

tough, fast

hard-working

honest, fair

~

the respect

for yourself, your teammates, your opponents

taught important lessons

~

you learned

to win, to lose

with dignity

~

you learned to play

with emotional poise

integrity

~

you learned to play

as a team

believing, trusting

each other

~

sometimes

I don’t know what to believe

~

Hockey As Religion

Finding Peace

when his wife died

my grandpa was fifty three

~

she left twelve children

ages five to twenty two

~

sorrow, sadness

engulfed their hearts

~

their love

shouldered long years

~

restless anxiety

transitioned

to calm peace

~

grandpa told my mom

I have an appointment

with jesus

at six o’clock in the morning

~

he told his daughter

I’m with the lord

~

two months later

he died peacefully

at eighty nine

~

Me & Grandpa