I carry you <br />before me <br /> <br />carefully cradled <br />in interlaced fingers <br /> <br />like a <br />pregnant mum would. <br /> <br />My shadow <br />mimics the illusion. <br /> <br />My silhouette <br />making me look <br /> <br />like I’m 7 <br />months gone. <br /> <br />Pregnant with you <br />I carry you our Mum <br /> <br />transformed into <br />this box. <br /> <br />Your life now <br />nothing but these ashes <br /> <br />a number <br />(2731) . <br /> <br />Our memories <br />trying to keep you <br /> <br />alive. <br /> <br />I place you <br />on my lap <br /> <br />buckle up <br />(car pulling away from crematorium) <br /> <br /> <br />as your car-driving-song <br />comes on <br /> <br />Steve Windwood’s <br />voice emerges from the speakers <br /> <br />like an arc <br />of a diver <br /> <br />and you’re BACK <br />IN THE HIGH LIFE <br /> <br />AGAIN <br /> <br />cradled between our <br />tears & laughter.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/back-in-the-high-life-again-in-memory-of-my-mother-ita/
