Brittany Zedalis- Two Poems

Mema

We would drive

in the heat of the

afternoon, down long

winding roads.

A silly nickname

for a long railroad

and another

reminiscent of a cat.

Her house would

be full of church

hymns, and the smell

of homemade biscuits.

Sometimes, when I close

my eyes, I still hear

her humming, and her

rummaging around the kitchen.

I open them, and

see an empty room, a 

home vacant of one

once loving and strong.

Long Country Road

I walk down

the familiar road,

surrounded by trees

and flowers.

The familiar scent

of honeysuckle, and

the sound of a

truck flying by.

13 years ago, this

would have been a

normal day like

any other.

Today, a funeral

looms on the horizon, a 

tear falls from

my eye.

A memory full of echos.