Roo borson poems about death

Dear Lolo,

It’s been three years since.

from A Bit of History - Griffin Poetry Prize

I remember you. I remember that day. I remember rushing to call a cab, because Papa can’t function enough to drive us to the hospital, sick with worry over you. I remember rushing to the elevator, the background noise disappearing as we stood there watching the light blink one number after another, like a countdown.

After a Death | song for the last act

I remember pressing the button repeatedly as if that would make it go faster. I remember the small white butterfly that fluttered above our heads before finally settling at a corner of the door. There were never any butterflies before in the hospital, and you can trust me on this: I’ve passed through that lobby so many times. But that day—the moment I saw it, those little white wings—I knew you will go.

I remember standing at the foot of your bed.

I remember looking at the machine because I couldn’t bear to look at your face: those faint beeps that look a bit like a river pa “After a Death” by Roo Borson (Poetry Explication) - Studocu TIWAP