January 9, 2014


My family 
all rest here. 
Even my sister,
younger than I,
no longer needs
my watchful eye.
They've all found
somewhere else to go, 
so busy they are, 
beneath the snow.
They've no time
left to hear
what I know
of love or longing 
or being true,
offer no words of advice 
for what I do.