There is something in the loss of a parent
That cuts into the soul.
It is the emotional, surgical detachment of the heartstring
That has defined life as we know it.
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A truly courageous and honest poem. Technical arguments do not subjugate the emotional power of the piece. It could have had a more metaphorical bent, but its directness is also like the reality of death. It's bittersweet, both as the ashes of a home, and the seed of the future. I liked this poem, please read one of mine.
Bill, you poem is a hard hitting, slightly cold look at the loss of a parent. I like the seeds of hope which lift it at the end. It pretty much catches the feeling.