She Asks Her Husband for a Eulogy


Speak of my father, my poet, my love,
With your words a tapestry weave,
Put life in those bones that no longer move.

Give us a eulogy, a portrait of
The center that held, for whom we grieve,
Speak of my father, my poet, my love.

At this hour of our dispossession, love,
Please give us that life before we leave,
Put life in those bones that no longer move

With your breath create a sheltering cove,
And give us a truth we can believe,
Speak of my father, my poet, my love.

Craft words for us who have lost his love,
Words that will our sorrow relieve,
Put life in those bones that no longer move.

With your words a tapestry weave,
Please give us that life before we leave,
Speak of my father, my poet, my love,
Put life in those bones that no longer move.

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