Memory of you

Lily Hennessee

I search the night sky

To fill the hole inside

Where you once placed stars.

The sky now only shows

What used to prove true

About me and you.

a poem for dad

Lily Hennessee

I wasn't born begging for the mango seed.

Slurping til left with the bone.

Little feet and hands crowd as dad cuts,

Dad said the most beautiful things in life are the dregs, the seed and the peel.

And life is too beautiful to not gnaw clean.