any day fall
by Carissa Dewey
Today from my window I saw
my mothers sister
pull her car up our driveway,
her delicate hands
leather steering wheel.
Things have been said,
she has her good days and her bad
she must think this to be a good one.
Today my mothers sister is in front of our house
stepping out of the drivers seat, handing my mom
a package dressed in white.
I cant see my mothers face,
but as my aunt pulls away
I can feel my mothers presence,
next to me-
in the shadows of my room.
There she stands, gripping the white box,
at someone she has forgotten.
And how the colors above her
feel painfully obvious,
tall, with fingers of loss
seep into my mothers thoughts
and turn into
I can feel her tears.
Posted on 11/29/2007
Copyright © 2021 Carissa Dewey
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/29/07 at 04:28 AM|
This has a really strong short story vibe to it. Well done.
|Posted by David Garner on 11/29/07 at 04:57 PM|
beautiful...I love how you feel your mother's presence next to you when her sister drives away...love the package dressed in white. it's very evocative.
|Posted by Richard Vince on 12/02/07 at 07:21 PM|
more magic. evocative indeed.
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/21/15 at 12:44 PM|
a fine poem. and dreamy and silent as a cloud floating by.