Donald

I am in Laguna
Sitting in the sand
By the tide pools
That we hunted for treasures in
So many years ago
Listening to Joni Mitchell
Counting how many times
She said, "Blue"
Letting myself feel the sorrows
That lie just below my skin
Watching my children
Your nieces and nephew
Playing in the water
Wondering what you would have become
If you had not left us

Blake Xolton

Copyright 2003 Blake Xolton

This poem "Donald" is about my brother. He took his life when he was all of 19. They call suicide the silent teenage killer. How appropriate. I did not hear the shot, though I was only a few feet away. I wish to thank my parents. My sister Carol. My soul mate Brigitte. Without your love, I would not have survived. To my friend and brother, Dan Kessel. When I lost my way, you stood by me and helped guide me back home.

WATERMARK PRESS
THE BEST POEMS AND POETS 2003