Videos of the dead
(an epitaph to parents)
 

I am sure
she called you that day
when her cousins showed us
a video they took last trip,
of the village
where all of you were born
and grown to reason.
At the end
the family, gathering to
to look at the record
brought triumphantly back
deep from inland Kapadocia,
was also immortalized.
 

Seeing her again,
left us speechless,
her small round face
and bright eyes
her voice not changed
translating to english
for the american wife,
a story you told
the year before
she gave up the struggle
of keeping her spine straight
and pain at bay.
 

She reached for you
over the gap of time
and separation
and found you
long ready
to go and play again
in those Elysian
childhood fields,
leaving us
aching in resignation