“Play On” 6×6 in oil on canvas, framed
I really wasn’t planning to paint a second line band this 31, but, a little exhausted by trying to keep a consistent theme, I decided to just give it a go.
We lost my beloved grandmother nearly a year ago, and while we did not have a second line band at her funeral, the music of her life keeps playing, on repeat, in my mind.
Even Then
Even when you’ve kept vigil in a fold-out chair
Every sigh or shift an awakening
Even after the devotion to the quilt
That came with the hospice bed
Gently pulling it up over fingers and shoulders
Folding it down with one solid crease–
Moving our hands to still our hearts
After the ice water has been
Poured into plastic chalice with bendy straw
After remembering
By gazing at the smiling faces
Of the icons on our phones
Even after goodbye
As the air conditioner
Whispers its solemn dirge
Even then
Death is still such a surprise
A thief in the night
For whom you’ve left the door unlocked,
Your most priced possessions organized
carefully into piles on the kitchen table
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Love the grief poem and the second line painting!