Poem of the Fortnight: In Lakeview Cemetery
In memory of my brother, Tony Wiggins, who died on this date 13 years ago:
In Lakeview Cemetery
A sanctuary of trees and flowers,
burial place of James Garfield and John D. Rockefeller,
once, up high, you could see Lake Erie
before the city grew and blocked the view.
It is Father’s Day
the day after my niece’s wedding.
Three middle-aged and two elderly women
are placing flowers from the wedding
on their men’s graves
(always the women are left behind).
Susan and Rose, the elders
tell us the stories of the graves.
I see, for the first time,
my brother’s smooth black granite stone.
Because my brother had the good sense
to marry into a large Italian family
despite our small, chilly English one
and our penchant for cremation,
I am spending my first Sunday placing flowers on graves
as these warm generous people welcome me:
the only member of my brother’s family to attend his daughter’s wedding.
That evening we eat pasta and drink red wine
in their favorite neighborhood restaurant:
my sister-in-law, her cousin and husband,
my nephew and his Parisian girlfriend
and I realize this is what family feels like.
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