breaks through dreamless skies.
Night surrenders easily.
Summer rises once again
in folds of zinnia, daisy, marigold.
of that is outside.
Inside, funeral roses still bloom.
They infest the air
my daughter no longer breathes.
scent is no longer everywhere.
Not in her tee shirts which I wear.
Not in her make-up, clothes,
and shoes her mother keeps.
brother-in-law sits now
by his father's hospital bed.
The man feels death coming fast
and orders his son to buy a funeral suit.
brother-in-law sits among goodbyes,
his mother and sisters, and his father
whom the priest has already blessed,
while my sister cries in my wife's arms.