The Mundane
The Mundane The Ordinary The Extraordinary
you say, he died
died too young
just a boy, after all
too tender for this world
I ran into you yesterday
you say, your husband died
a man I did not know
I saw tears in your eyes
another time
I said, he died, drowned
a fisherman
drowned while fishing
the phone rang
you say, he died
just a boy after all
the youngest of your children
another time
you say, she died a beautiful young woman
died too young
I stopped a man on the street
with breaking voice
I said, he died, my only son
died too young, just a boy
Written for: https://newwhatsgoingon.blogspot.com/
7 comments:
This poem is filled with such sadness, Annell. So hard when a person dies waayy too young.
So very heartbreaking, all of the deaths we experience in this life. A beautiful and sad poem.
O God yes, so often it's mundane, but each is sad in its own right or downright tragic. Your title says it all.
Coping up with such heartbreaks is definitely extraordinary. Love the resilience of the human mind that passes through such grief. Beautiful, Annell.
A poignant poem that breaks my heart, Annell.
What could be more banal than death (and birth), yet each death is a drama, a tragedy for someone. The words we hear in other's mouths could be our own.
Sigh! Often we underestimate the value of documenting the present, especially the mundane....
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