Mom

Sometimes I feel
as if my mother’s story
got lost

She was
an only child
and that singularity
is a two-sided beast

Of course it allowed her
the freedom
to tell her story
any way she liked
without contradiction
or interruption

But it also left her
with the burden
of carrying that story alone

 

This is for Hedgie, keeper of Galen’s Friday 55, at Verse Escape.

Missing

do the trees
miss their leaves
in the frozen
heart of winter

does the moon
miss the stars
at the end of
time

does the shore
miss the sea
when
the earth
has burned
to ash

do you
miss me
when you
turn your face
away

because
I
miss
you

36 – Just Diddling Around

This evening
my ginger cat
rubs against my legs, purring
as I sit in the kitchen
listening to classical music
on the radio –
the Mendelssohn Violin Concerto

My dish and spoon
sit together on the table
as though waiting to run off
when I turn my head

Moonlight streams
through the open window
and I swear I hear a cow beller