I'm on a week-long road trip with my aging and ailing father, exploring family history and genealogy. We're visiting cemeteries, historical buildings, and museums, among other things. I'm recording a lot of family stories, and taking a lot of new photos.
Here's the small, untended, ancient cemetery in rural Michigan, not too far from Lansing, where my great-great-grandfather, Marquis de Lafayette Durkee, is buried:
untended stones
lichened and mossed with time—
a thousand white flowers
sleep of deep time
slowly covered by green age-spots—
outcropped burial mounds
In the past few days I've read three (including yours) equally beautiful posts concerning love for a parent. These posts have all been written by men who are taking (or took) care of their old fathers and they've shown me a touching and sweet side of the opposite sex.
ReplyDeleteHi, May—
ReplyDeleteThanks for the very kind and thoughtful words.
Best wishes—