Circles

All I see are names and flowers
And dates finalized in stone
The plot dug yesterday for Michael
With dirt left to fill the hole

His father grabs the only shovel
Throws dirt atop his only son
His mother grabs his only sister
Weak, I join the Rabbi’s song

Years ago, I listened
To the song that Michael wrote
His hands accompanied my mother’s voice
She sang his melody for loss

And I learned to play it on the piano
For months this song was all I knew
“Circles” running through my fingers
Played inside me as I grew

Names recited once a year
We light a candle on the date
For years I never had a reason
Today his name burns through my flame

And I learned to play it on the piano
For months his songs was all I knew
“Circles” running through my fingers
Played inside me as I grew