“The Condolence Call” – Marsha Barber‏

by richibi


                The Princes in the Tower
                       John Everett Millais


when you’ve known this, or know 
someone who’s known this, this
poem will be profoundly affecting
The Condolence Call
       I cradle the phone gently.
       You are so far away.
       Your grief surrounds you now
       like a moat full of dark water.
       I cannot reach
       far enough to comfort you.
       My words flit around useless
                                          as flies.
       What, after all, can be said?
       It’s a parent’s worst nightmare, you say.
       I imagine I would have howled.
       I imagine I would have rolled on the floor.
       But in the end, I cannot begin to imagine.
       I’ll be okay, you say,
       but your voice is so remote,
       as if you’ve left us all
       for a bleaker planet
       where the air is charred,
       and you cannot find the path
       that leads
       back home.*
                                   Marsha Barber
* once there was a way to get back 
   homewards …
   and in the end, the love you take 
   is equal to the love you make