Losing My Parents

This is how they died- My parents; Shocked and bursting of hearts, One by one when the dew Drenched earth was smelling Of raw corpses; They held each other's hands Like to branches Of a tree, Locked to face the storms I wept like a puppy Sitting on the stair, Watching my mother's hair- Black as tar And I have snatched that Away from my father; I am not an orphan For she still stares Me from her photograph Hanging on the wall As if alive; I will ride my father's boat Into the middle of The lake And feel his presence