Emily Lott

Regret

I sat criss-cross in my chair
shoes tapping in the wind 
to the words uttered 
by my father — words 
I don’t remember, though
I remember 

his face: my grandfather’s — 
too white and too pink 
across the cheeks. A candle 
in a casket — if I touched him
he would burst to life: place
one hand on each side
of his wooden bed 
and lift himself 
out. 


Emily Lott is an aspiring writer who loves to explore the human condition. She is a full-time biomedical studies student residing in Canada. You can find her poetry on instagram (@myelusivewords).