Ghosts

[bi_janus]

Ghosts

Bi_janus

for MaNesha McGarrah

The older ones

stay in their graves

or urns or old

boxes hidden away,

uncaring that I cared

and failed.

The children come,

resurrected and

respectful

on behalf

of my need.

No crying

or pleading tantrum,

evincing

patience they

had not in life.

They remain

liminal

as if, could I reach

them, unreachable,

they might

yet be held by

fathers.

I see them beseech

while receding

from any reach

I may manage.

One by one now

they come, well

behaved

and pliant, when

perforce I call, so

that I may grieve.