You tell me Alice Walker says:

Let us bring attention to George's mother.

She who came weeping, and picked up the shattered pieces of her child,

as black mothers have for so long.

May you be free

May you be happy

May you be at peace

May you be at rest

May you know we remember you.

For learning to make rituals for hard things that will happen,

for those structures that explain but do not justify.

honoring aching in abstraction and in specificity:

This is a space where a poem was

for your patient who did not come in last week.

and this is for your father,

and for my uncle,

and for my uncle, and

for your father,

and for your father,

and for your sperm recipient's wife, and for your father.