For My Parents
red, hot pink, and cool blue
from then to beyond
where casting shadows
like parents on children, larger than life
neither existing without the other,
at least not as they were.
I think if
if my mother—
all the questions I never asked.
If they are light–never gone,
the breath of stars, infinitesimal and infinite
a never-ending melody of dream colors, heard
and almost remembered.
Both of my parents were born in August. I’ve been thinking about them, and of course, the Oracle knows. And extra ifs for Derrick.
I’m sharing this with dVerse, Open Link Night.