In my English class we are studying Clint Smith’s poetry collection “Counting Descent.” All of his poetry is amazing but the ones that stood out to me the most were odes. So I decided to use his ode as a mentor text for my very own ode in memory of my brother, Zachary.
Ode to the empty vase
I feel your pain
The way you were once
full of yellow daisies.
Now you’re collecting dust in the corner.
was collecting dust.
My heart was empty when I woke up that morning and death was inside
When they took what was once alive
outside to the dirt
The way I slowly lost every part of him,
the way the room slowly lost its possessions.
the clothes first
then the diapers
then the feeding tube
then the bed
one day different flowers will fill your vase, but never the same