Day 4: Tokens

[HLemma]

Everywhere.

Paint by number cats
and unnamed hamlets.

A Christie thriller
halved with recipes.

The tv room
without her soaps,

the kitchen
where she doesn’t sing.

Empty beds
where marigolds had grown,

goldenrod
that flares up anyway.

The family
that makes an effort now.

A vessel
for her ruins -

saliva fingertips
that once erased the smudges from my cheeks,

hands
that swept my errant strands of hair

from left to right.

[Janet 77]

This is heartbreakingly beautiful. You've used so few words to say so much.

[HLemma]

This is heartbreakingly beautiful. You've used so few words to say so much.

Thanks Janet.

[Tracy Mitchell]

High art, Hugh.

Keep them coming, but I do need to hustle to absorb all of these gems.

Cheers.

T

[Gyppo]

Made my eyes prickle, and that doesn't happen all that often.

Gyppo

[HLemma]

Tracy and Gyppo, thanks for your responses.

I lost my mother on January 3. This was written for her birthday.

[Tracy Mitchell]

It really packs a wallop, Hugh. Again, very good writing.

[lisaeagle65]

painfully beautiful because it's so honest.