At the celebration of life

no one…mentions
the house....not being
big enough...to hold
all the children..who aren’t
children now.

Try talking...to anyone
about...the strangeness
of these children...coming home
with suitcases...and lovers.

Within a year..or two
babies...will be born.

I will..sit...in a chair
and take..my turn
holding...someone new
as the dead...held me
before leaving

the house....Every room....lit
upstairs and down.