The Spaces In Between/Tanka Splendor Award

from the choir loft
a child's voice a cappella
this morning in April
rain on the metal roof
sounds like bells

left in mom's pocket,
needle, thread and a button--
all through the eulogy
I feel the space between us
doesn't really matter

forgetting, again
my birthday--
for our anniversary,
he buys a pecan seedling,
together we wait for its' fruit