Rites of passage

My mother’s funeral
did not take place in an
American high school auditorum,
neither was the local rag
reporter in attendance.
No one wore football pads or swimming gear;
I was not in clericals,
being unordained as yet,
and having no
burning desire to bury her.

 
My father was, in fact, messily, bodily,
solidly present. Excepting these things,
the dream was remarkably accurate,
and waking, wrung out, and exhausted.

 

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing (Upper Room Books, 2020). She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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