A poem about family and loss by David Tombale: Invisible Love

The loss of a loved one is a hard thing for anyone to bear, whether it’s a child or an adult and that terrible struggle is what Invisible Love is about.

Invisible love

She lies there whispering like a madwoman

his name repeatedly like a chant or the beat

from a war drum but his love is invisible,

it carries across on the wind like autumn leaves,

shatters against the glass like ice,

it resides no place that the eye can see,

that her hands can touch,

that’s why her thoughts bleed enough to build

a river of blood that her children inherit

along with her hate, a frozen picture of parent,

an absent father as dear to their mother as the

portrait of Jesus that hangs on the mantel but

his love is invisible, it will never hold them,

never hold back her hair like the leather thong

that holds tight her black and white hair,

never raise their son into a man or walk their daughter

down the aisle, there is nothing left but his old boots,

their leather hard enough to creak when

their little boy wears them trying to summon his

ghost from out of his tombstone but nothing lives

but his tears.