Thursday, April 8, 2010

NaPoWriMo #8: Love Metaphor

Pussy willows
soft gray forevers

like my mom
a sign of hope

that lasts through
the winter of life.

On Sunday I’m
flying to Florida

to see her because
she’s hurting:

compression fractures,
cracked pelvis,

memory loss,

must be made.

This afternoon
I took a walk

in the woods
and picked some

pussy willows.
I put them in a vase

next to my parents’
wedding photo.


Greg O'Connell Poet in Schools said...

Tender and true. =)

Robin said...

Linda--I hope your mother will be okay. Your poem is heartfelt. It expresses a lot of pain. I know where you're coming from (see my poem "Nessa," day #3 of the challenge). Hang in there!

J D Mackenzie said...

Linda, touching no matter what, really touching if this is happening in your lives.

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