Rigid cold and white, a porcelain tub on four talons Embraces her warm body as it languishes in misty Bubbles whispering lyrics of tenderness in hot water Streaming in a delicate dance on her pale pink toes. Silent and alone beneath stars in a clear dark sky Her memories keep her company Recollections …
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Jack’s Suit
Do you see him there? The little guy in the dark blue suit. Carried into church by his Mama for his Auntie Karen’s wedding Fall breezes quietly tickling his cheek His bright speckled blue eyes missing nothing. . Katie’s got him right there in her lap of dreams Her little boy, full of wonder, in …
The Gift
I see her sitting there on a chair at her cool white Formica kitchen table in the heat of a summer day. 1980, Carson City, Nevada. Her blue skirt and sheer shirt hang loosely on her skin and bones. So thin – always so thin. My mom, sixty years old. In six years, she’d be …
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