Age of Jahiliyah

A blog of wide and varied interest, including Islam, Muslims, Poetry, Art and much more.

After the Death of My Father by Brent Fisk

Days pass
when the light wobbles
like a spoon on a table
and birds arc and rise
independent
of song.

I know grief will pass
like the details of his face.
At night I close and lock
the door, think
I know, I know,
I knew.

 

 

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