I’ve Moved On: an Acrostic
I looked around at the funeral
Very thoughtfully, with
Eyes seeking answers: could I return?
Determined to find some good,
I glimpsed memories of our wedding,
Visions of Baptisms – Ansley, Aidan
Oh, such tender moments
Remembered, and heartfelt
Communions in that church where
Every Sunday we worshipped,
Dinnered with family.
Then came that familiar feeling:
How do those we love betray us?
A funeral PowerPoint with seemingly
Ten thousand pictures – minus one.
Corners with fragmented family
Huddled in their own shattered zones
Unraveling the legacy of all she loved,
Roles of women stripped by quick vote
Chemo brain stranger accusing affair…
How could I feel solace here again?