February 15th

Here is the poem that I read for the Poetry Jam yesterday. Technically, today, very early today is the day it happened. It was good to share it.

Two years too late, Amanda P Minaker

The last time we talked on the phone

I was distracted.

Sorry about that.

The kids were loud, the day was long, dinner was boiling over.

I can’t remember what we talked about.

It was the last time I ever heard your voice.

The last time I saw you in person

I had company over.

The kids were playing, said only quick “thank you”, you didn’t stay long.

I wish I had made you stay for dinner.

It was the last time I ever got a hug.

I hope wherever you were at your funeral,

You heard all of the people say nice things.

They never seemed to say those things while you were alive.

I hope wherever you were at your funeral,

You did not see me, unable to speak.

But I told you I loved you on the phone.

I said thank you and hugged you that day in January.

And there was no way I was ready to say goodbye.

So I write this poem for you.

It is not enough.

There is no grave to leave it.

I am two years too late for the funeral speech.

I have no regrets.