Sheree La Puma, Poems of Loss and Protest
The Ones That Walk AwayTo Our Lost Children
Melissa mourns a daughter. Alexis, a dead son.
On the hills where kids lay buried, wildflowers
snipped then scattered, fade to brown. From
the ashes, a chorus of origami hearts unwrapping.
Grief is a house with little paper folds. I tear at
the walls with my fingertips, searching for seeds,
searching for a do over. Here in the grey, a marriage
hardening into ice & everyone not buried, walks
away. I love you; I say to my daughter. Her sil...