Six Months Later

the gloaming




half a year
is twice a 
lifetime


and I've 
tried to 
remember
the last time
I heard your
voice. 


when you 
left us we 
celebrated 
you and 
carried on
with our 
lives. 


now 
the precipice 
of the gloaming
taunts the 
memory of 
our yesterdays, 


but not 
the strength 
of your 
presence. 


(To the memory of Eugene M. Baker, 1923-2010)




Poem © 2010 by R. Burnett Baker 
Photo© 2010 by R. Burnett Baker