We trudged from the church<\/p>\n
the birds chirping<\/p>\n
a dirge<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
the sky was blue<\/p>\n
like the day\u2014<\/p>\n
but I needed to renew<\/p>\n
your life<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
in October I was born<\/p>\n
from the ashes of your cigarettes<\/p>\n
bite my nails<\/p>\n
we all have traits<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
the air was decaying sweet<\/p>\n
soft earth squelched beneath<\/p>\n
my feet<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
suffocating honeysuckle perfume<\/p>\n
wafted on the breeze<\/p>\n
toward your tomb<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I stood beneath the swing set<\/p>\n
with no swing<\/p>\n
breathing because I could<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
in the garden<\/p>\n
I found worms<\/p>\n
slithering silently among the ferns<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
yet wind chimes sparkle<\/p>\n
in sonorous hymns<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
as the soil turns over<\/p>\n
to spread your ashes<\/p>\n
on Winter\u2019s grave<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
so I sing<\/p>\n
a strain<\/p>\n
a familiar refrain<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
to remind us of September<\/p>\n
I was born too late.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
We trudged from the church the birds chirping a dirge the sky was blue like the day\u2014 but I<\/p>\n