HER BLUE ROBE
I was never a bishop, but the world's
A dream we die in. I breathe
Into a blue robe, take day lilies
From a jar out of her room
To a pail in the yard. Who would
Believe the grass growing so quickly
Between the bricks, the purslane
Spreading like rash over the patio.
We're done with her dresses, hangers
And plastic bags, the trunk of yarn.
Stepping over collapsed boxes of shoes,
I carry the last collection of holy cards
To the yard and burn the saints
With matches, that from these may grow
In full sight of her in pure stone,
The other life, continuing long.
After graduating from Melrose High School in the 1980s, Swasey moved to Colorado to pursue a career in competitive figure skating, the Globe reported. After competing in three U.S. Championships for skating and winning a national title in the junior ranks, Swasey became an officer with the University of Colorado at Colorado Springs police force six years ago.Swasey was one of three people killed in the shooting. He leaves behind a wife, two children, his parents, and a sister. Read the full Globe story here.