any day fall

by Carissa Dewey

Today from my window I saw
my mother’s sister
pull her car up our driveway,
her delicate hands
and the
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 mother’s sister is in front of our house
stepping out of the drivers seat, handing my mom
a package dressed in white.

I can’t see my mother’s face,
but as my aunt pulls away
I can feel my mother’s 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,
these trees
tall, with fingers of loss
seep into my mother’s thoughts
and turn into
flaming shades.

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 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.

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