Saturday, January 8, 2011

my coffee



my coffee
hasn't really hit yet
and i can't think
of what to write

except,
we are now
further north,
her and i.

mom passed away
in September of '07
and dad,
long before that.

i moved up here
to be close to all.
i have two girls
and a boy.

it's been a tough life
but things are good

and she too
is doing well
but she lost a son,
her youngest—

something
you never get over.
i'm surprised
you remember us.


4 comments:

Wine and Words said...

The scary thing about blogs, and the unscary thing about blogs, is in the questions...truth or fiction, fact or metaphor? Is this the real you...dad to three with no grandparents? Who lost a son? Caffeine addict? Little puzzles pieces. I try to conjure a face.

Noxalio said...

Annie, yes, i am caffeine addict, and dad, but do not appear in this scene.

as i think i once said, what i have here is mere diary, and this, another entry, in a different voice not characteristically mine.

Elisabeth said...

I didn't know, Nox, but now I do and I'm pleased to find your haunting words here. Thanks.

Noxalio said...

i'm glad to see that you've arrive on this side of the divide Elisabeth ...