The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poem Thread, 8/17/07

[BlueIris]

"Weeds"

The last time I saw my mother
alive, I remember driving the familiar
miles to the hospital, sensing that this
might be the last time, and suddenly seeing
everything as if I'd never see it again:
houses, yards, fences, trees, weeds that
grew up along the edge of one driveway where
I waited for a light, it had been weeks
this time, and now she'd stopped eating.
There were dandelions on the hospital grounds
and crabgrass and pigweed. I remembered
the necklace she showed me how to make once
from dandelion flowers. The clouds made
shadows on the walkway. The elevator
smelled like medicine and powder.
In the bed my mother slept. Her breath
was uneven, and I wondered if she dreamed.
The room was filled with greenhouse
flowers. I wore that necklace for hours,
until it grew too limp to keep.

—Andrea Hollander Budy

[BlueIris]

1. Kick.

[idgiehkt]

2. sweet and sad

thanks. :cry:

:thumbsup:

[BlueIris]

4. This poem really resonates with me because of some issues I'm dealing with right now.

[idgiehkt]

5. .

:hug: :hug: :hug:

[Robeson]

3. From Martial...

...

Paula wants to marry me;
I gave her the cold shoulder.
She's just a little old, you see
- If only she were older!

[BlueIris]

6. Kick.

[BlueIris]

7. Kick.