Catechism

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Catechism

Spring is coming,
I can feel it in the rain.
Is three years long enough
to abstract the grief
from the April of your going?

The phone call was simple,
“John is gone” said my daughter
and my question, “Gone where?”
was my startled response.
Even now it’s a question
no one can answer.

There was a time before you lived
and now a time after.
There’s nothing else to conclude
but that April is coming
like a man on the moon.

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This is the poem. For me.

Spring coming,
I can feel it
Is three years
long enough
to greive?

A simple call:

"John is gone
Gone where?"

Three years later,
an unanswered question