It has been a while since I have written a poem, but this one came to me a few days ago and I decided to post it here. It is nothing profound, but those who read my blog have no reason to expect profound.
I Think it Was
Because
I think it was
because
I was using what had been
Mom’s sewing machine
on what would have been
her 64th anniversary,
the day after
what would have been
her 85th birthday,
that I found myself
crying.
Suddenly sad
over something so far from sudden,
a leaving so agonizingly slow
I had decades to grieve.
A death, I eventually longed for
and seldom sorrow
until today, nearly five years later,
because I was using
Mom’s sewing
machine.
3/15/18
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