
It happened one year
after lightning
ripped his heart
and burned his wall
jumped from window
to light
to T.V.
to bed
with the force
of almighty God
a chain of events
that would leave him
damaged
cells disinclined
to proceed as they’d been blessed
DNA gone astray
after a handful of years
five incredibly precious
short and wonderful years
I still hear the sound of his Big Wheels
their rumble on cobblestone
he’s a crazy
Grand Prix driver
pedals outracing
feet
his time flies
close
behind
too fast
sweat
soap
bubblegum
boxes of super heroes
who lost their powers
their capes
and magic flying machines
he liked when I’d read him fables
bedside before our prayers
he never understood ever
what was going on
he’s gone now
but still calls me
I rise in dreams
to answer
but he has no questions for me
just hugs
and kisses
and waves
and as I lean in when he whispers
he giggles, he’s so silly
bye-bye daddy
love you
bye-bye daddy
goom-bye
© Chagall, 2013
