Two Heads

A young girl strolls between two white heads

Her vocabulary white, pure, sensible

Between them, a gap as wide as the two generations they are apart

She walks between two heads, tough and bald

Who silently judge her age and nod her past

Her naivety left outside the door with neon lights

She stands in white and lace, between two beloved men

One of her age; and one who was with her through the ages

Now, she stands beside only one, with hands entwined

The woman strokes two tiny heads of young hair; whispy and fair

Her vocabulary young once more

Shortening the gap of years betwixt them

Again she stands between two white heads

Her words are loud, but they are love

As she nurses now the young and the old

She stands, then, between two granite headstones

Her words are hung with tears as the rain on the trees

As her husband waits, standing, between the two bowed teenage heads