Your First Birthday

We share our visit
with red carnations,
and white roses, dad

filling pots with water,
cutting stems
and talking, always talking.

Manna and me arranging.
Dylan waiting
to place his heart.

Photographs to share
with absent family.
Today was your birthday,

the first here,
the grave turf still healing.

In The Night I See Light – A piece of music

 

Picture by Dean Pasch

Poem by Kevin Reid

Music by Steve Karn