Emily

Little love, I see your face, so like your grandfatherโ€™s.

There is the obvious – his July-lionโ€™s mane
tamed to your September copper.

But me in the middle, part him, part you,
I was always too distracted by laundry, homework,
things that keep a family beating,
to notice how similar you were until his heart had stopped.

How similar the lines of your eyes, your upper lip,
your nose powdered by those same freckles.

I see your small face as you talk
to relatives after the funeral.
Red hair swinging past your shoulders,
framing everything.

 

Claire Walkerโ€™s most recent publications are Collision (Against the Grain Poetry Press, 2019) and Hierarchy of Needs: A Retelling (V. Press, 2020 – co-authored with Charley Barnes.)ย  She is co-editor of Atrium poetry webzine. Website: https://clairewalkerpoetry.com/