My mother and father are buried in the same plot,
my mother above him.
And I often picture them both, alive as I remember–
at the moment wondering who I would choose
if I were only allowed to bring one of them back–
soon realizing that because I loved them both equally
it would be very difficult to decide.
That it’s possible I’d just leave things as they are,
and carry on with the memories that I have. . .
Jeffrey Zable is a teacher, conga drummer/percussionist who plays for dance classes and rumbas around the San Francisco Bay Area, and a writer of poetry, flash-fiction, and non-fiction. He’s published his writing more recently in Corvus, Ranger, A Sufferer’s Digest, Red Eft and many others.
