Memorial Field
Welcome to
Memorial Field.
Walk carefully,
avoid the –
so sorry,
you fell in a hole.
Yes, it’s deep,
isn’t it?
Let me shovel
some dirt in,
to help you
climb out.
So sorry,
clumsy of me,
to hit you
on the head
with the shovel.
Now you won’t mind
when I fill up the hole.
All the people I love
are buried here,
before they
can leave me.
They stay here
forever,
where I can
remember them,
in Memorial Field.
Nolcha Fox has written all her life, starting with poop and crayons on the walls. Her poems have been published in Bullshit Literary Magazine, Storyteller’s Refrain, Dark Entries, Wilder Literature and others. Her chapbook, My Father’s Ghost Hates Cats, is available on Amazon.