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More Than A Thumb Squeeze
by Clara Mae GregoryThe bare bones of ambition
bloomed briefly
before withering into
a vase of aphasia.
Our gazes locked in the last moment
of recognition revealed in a thumb squeeze
as he latched on before he was gone.
Oh, how your daughter still waters
your crumbled dry stem,
composting the leaves
with her
grieving green thumb
gone numb.
12/06/2009
Author's Note: In memory of my father's death on September 30, 2003.Maybe it is just my own morbidity, but lately my father has been in my thoughts heavily....the memories of his last days will always haunt me. I guess the poetry is just another outlet to vent the emotions.
Posted on 12/06/2009
Copyright © 2026 Clara Mae Gregory
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by James Zealy on 12/07/09 at 05:58 PM Death of a loved one always takes its toll, only in different ways with different people. I still have a sense of loss around the death of my mother. she died in October of 2004 |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 12/08/09 at 05:28 AM I don't think it morbid to think of your father, and poetry is often a great conduit to release thoughts |
| Posted by Wayne Tate on 12/11/09 at 03:07 AM This was just beautiful Clara. You have a real knack for delving in to that which defines true poetry for someone like me -sincerity, and bitter sweet words that drip like salted honey into a wound. This is truly amazing work Clara. I hope it was therapeutic. As always, i Thank You for sharing a part of your life.
~Wayne |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 12/24/09 at 12:13 AM wow. In July, I finally spread my Father's ashes into the soil of my Esperanza tree. I only hope...
Beautiful. |
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