Damaged Bond

Delighted when I was young
watching the cement pour out,
smoothing over rocks.
“Farewell, bumpy driveway.”
Watching her use a stick
to carve her initials
in the drying greyness,
thrilled mine were the same.
How could I foresee
fifteen years later
cracks shifting the cement?
Broken pieces missing.
I stare at the chunk 
with “DLS” embedded,
trying to decipher life
in the lines 
that barely show a date.
I feel alone, her name
etched on a headstone,
leaving our bond damaged.

donetta sifford 11-5-2014

11 responses

  1. Sad but a very good poem.

  2. Thank you, Meg. I'm glad you stopped by.

  3. Thank you very much. It does seem at times our hearts literally crack when we lose a loved one. Thank you for stopping by.

  4. Thank you very much.

  5. Such compelling imagery. Nicely done.

  6. I love how you've repeated the etching in stone image with the initials in the driveway and her name on a headstone. Such a poignant way to convey that shift in time and life.

  7. Mirroring heartbreak with the physical cracks in cement really brings the point home. Just lovely.

  8. Thank you for stopping by. It's funny the little things we notice when someone is gone.

  9. Thank you very much.

  10. The relation of such a simple moment to the harsh reality of now is so heart breaking. The 'cracks in the cement' make the pain of the loss so evident.

  11. Beautiful capture of a moment, and a life.

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