Poem for My Mother by Mary Elise Bailey
“Poem for My Mother” by Mary Elise Bailey There’ll be no cups of coffee here, no rituals, no book-talk—this time, even our voices will be new. There’ll be no mother-daughter, here, where memory has slipped away and hidden, like a stubborn child we won’t follow: let her go. Just give us a goldfinch, somewhere not too distant, a bright shade of blue, our feet together, walking a path whose details we won’t...
Tissue by Berwyn Moore
“Tissue” by Berwyn Moore for my mother, Connie Moore As though to convince us she’s still game, my mother pulls from her coat pocket a lemon, blue with mold, and tosses it, a perfect serve, to the ceiling. Her eyes glimmer, for just a moment, and she’s back on the court, thirty-love, muscles poised to swing, but the lemon thuds to the...
Windy by Annita Sawyer
“Windy” by Annita Sawyer I was born at Winter Solstice on a mountaintop. I came out howling with the wind. “Here’s Windy,” the shout went up, while my dear Mama cried. Old Mrs. Dooley cleaned me off with freezing handfuls of white flakes. My blood showed scarlet on the snow. Once they’d bit and tied the cord, Mama herself held an icy ball against the knot. All the sheepskins, wool coats, down quilts they...
Breathing Room by Holly Norton
“Breathing Room” by Holly Norton What must it have been like to wake up breathless Not with anticipation With lack of oxygen The panic sets in You call 911 Gasp for breath and wait for them to come. Medics arrive Place a mask on your face Take you away without a change of clothes No siren, only the sound of wheels on the road Take you to a place where you know you will have to do...
Boy Child by Gerda Govine Ituarte
“Boy Child” by Gerda Govine Ituarte Boy child what could I have done differently Boy child where does the blame live Boy child quiet Boy child did not bother anyone Boy child shy Boy child withdrew at fourteen Boy child scared to talk on phone Boy child wanted to be a neuroscientist Boy child isolated Boy child attended college Boy child never hurt anyone Boy child communicated by email Boy child visits home...
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