ACCEPTANCE

Why can I accept the last

seat in the last row of the

theater or our parish church?

Why can I accept “The End”

at the end of the movie or

the song I love so much?

Why can I accept the standing

up as we leave the restaurant

after a great meal together?

Why can’t I turn back to the car

after we buried you in the brown

grave mouth that swallowed you up?

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2018