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Getting through another loss

This time, I need the words of a prayer.
By Gina Sangster
Summer 2011 5.15.11

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urn (© Dan Tobin/iStockphoto)

(© Dan Tobin/iStockphoto)

I need some kind of purification,
to become a nun, wedded
to the god of my imagination or to
go back to childhood, for another chance
to show my pain instead of standing stoic
as a soldier by the urn of my father’s ashes

This time I’ll fall to my knees, tears
streaming down my face,
my body heaving with grief
This time, I’ll beg God for guidance
though in my faith we are not born again,
and the only hell we fear is here on earth

This time, I need the words of a prayer, the
hand of God, my mother’s voice singing
the only Yiddish lullaby she knew by heart

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