Funeral for the Last Parent

They were never one
always two
yet they had five,
adults themselves now,
bowling pins today
upright in the front pew,
wondering still
after all these years
why the two
were never one.

It’s not a story
the two would tell
even if they could.
They were galaxies apart.
They had no answer
yet they still had five,
adults themselves now
who can celebrate
they’re here at all,
bowling pins today
upright in the front pew.

No need to wonder why
the two who loved them
were never one.
It’s not a story
the two would tell
even if they could.
They’re galaxies away.

Donal Mahoney, nominated for Best of the Net and Pushcart prizes, Donal Mahoney has had poetry and fiction published in North America, Europe, Asia and Africa. Some of his work can be found by clicking here…