1983
my mother died that year
only in her
fifties
I suppose I’ve dwelled on this
with words in
verse
before
maybe last year
to
think about each year
not in acrostic
too real
and I’m not clever
when
she
was young
that is
in her fifties
cancer took her
diagnosed too late
n.b.
so cherish
love on Earth
what there is to love of Earth
love one
and if possible
love more
c l couch
photo by Bill Kucera on Unsplash
momzdayz
It’s Mother’s Day
(in the USA
other days
every day
elsewhere)
Now we should wave
The palms in church
And place on the table
On the altar
All our good intentions
What we shall do
For real
Is up to us
Outside of Sunday
Ceremony
How about
We love for real
Do some real work
For her
Provide some real
Company
Companionship
That’s all
Folks
And Mom
C L Couch
Photo by Bruno Nascimento on Unsplash
Where Are You?
A single bird sings to the rest
I’m here
I’m here
I’m here
Come to me
I’m lonely
And I’m hungry
I’m here
I’m here
I’m here
I have this nest, you see
I’m here
I’m here
I’m here
And I must stay
Until they’re here
And then
We’re here
We’re here
We’re here
C L Couch
in part inspired by Leaf and Twig, https://leafandtwig.wordpress.com/, and the declaration of what birds sing
I heard a single bird, which was also inspiration
Photo by Wengang Zhai on Unsplash
Anna Pauline McAnally
In my culture, Sunday
Is Mother’s Day
I don’t know if it’s a global mark
Or not
Maybe we got it from someone
Somewhere else
My mother died more than
Thirty years ago
To say the least,
Everyone was younger then
Cancer killed her
And later killed my father
Due to late findings,
The worse of everything transpired
Sickness from treatments, only
Receiving people wearing masks
When she was in ICU
Protesting medications helped
Because she was generally a fighter
Why am I taking this? at last
And I won’t take that
But she lived longer
Than the doctors claimed she would
Two years better than four months
It will be about a month from now, the
Date she died
Because it is now so far away
Her stone lies mostly unattended
Except generally in
Caretaking
An indictment?
Maybe
For we all live
Hundreds of miles away in
These our days
C L Couch
The Cincinnati Enquirer from Cincinnati, Ohio on June 13, 1983 · Page 39
Pauline McAnally Couch obituary
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