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Danedottir posted an update Friday, Jul 22, 2011, 8:53pm EDT, 14 years, 2 months ago
Kathleen/Lludwig, The poem is When Your Last Parent Dies by Luci Shaw. I am including it here with a photo I took about 5:15P tonight. I ignored the pouring rain and hauled out Dad's paint-stained ladder from the garage. I wasn't sure how I could make it speak to space, as it were, but I able to add some starry effects!
When Your Last Parent Dies
Move up to the top of the ladder.
Looking down over your shoulder you can see
the replicas from your own body crowding the rungs
all the way down. Precarious, you teeter there
on the final step with nothing in your hands
to hold. They grab at emptiness. The glancing
stars are falling all around you. Cosmic dust
stings your eyes. There is no one above you
to encompass the wideness of space. You
are the final clasp that buckles
earth to heaven. Somehow, you
must hold up the ladder, heavy with life.
