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Monthly Archives: April 2012
Lois (Alzheimer poem #5): Symmetry
when my daughter was new she had hair to her shoulders. I was afraid to wash it– everything about her so small, so breakable & my mother would come over after work to wash her hair. Later, I did the … Continue reading
Posted in Alzheimer's, Alzheimer's disease, New Free Verse
Tagged motherhood, parenting, poetry, Poetry free verse
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4/29–poet’s choice haiku: Siamese kitten
more monkey than cat tucks himself under my chin velvet scrap, purring
Posted in haiku
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04/28/2012
for too long I have been politely silent it is now my season for shouting
the lazy man
distilling images into pure form is hard work– & he calls himself lazy!
who gets me versus who got me
For Thom the men who understand me are the peace marchers the world walkers the men who show up at my door travel-stained wearing recycled-tire sandals from Africa & who preach the gospel of pure veganism; the men that get … Continue reading
Posted in New Free Verse
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Lois (Alzheimer poem #4): Church
She loved going to service with me Sunday mornings, until the rustling of 150 bibles turning to the right passage became a fluttering distraction how could she listen, get comfort when she was still frantically looking for the exact verse … Continue reading
Lois (Alzheimer poem #3): Faces, or the unstrung kite
What are faces to my mother who no longer feels the tug of relationship, that nagging sensation that used to say when a face belonged to a friend, a husband, a daughter. Faces lost their meaning & history for her, … Continue reading