A special thank you to Carol for a beautiful personal poem. This is the purpose of poetry, to capture intense feelings in the form or words and images

I GIFT TO YOU

in this poem — a memory —
a well-worn velveteen swivel chair;
shaky hand-written notes litter a nearby table;
in a corner the television drones on and on;
cradled in her lap a portable phone — as if she were waiting;
the floor-fan hums scattering script with the wind;
walking backwards into this poem, no dust under the rug;
no boulders in the pack on my back; no regrets;
the room sparse, clinical; nitro patches; nitro spray;
Telmisartan; Morphine; Midamor; Burinex; heart failure;
fragile, sallow skin covers her robust soul beneath her nightgown;
hazel eyes travel beyond this room where laughter is easy;
squeezing my hand she smiles —unwilling to go — stay;
in this poem storms chase, seagulls fly and Mother dies;

in this poem storms chase, seagulls fly and Mother dies;
squeezing my hand she smiles —unwilling to go — stay;
hazel eyes travel beyond this room where laughter is easy;
fragile, sallow skin covers her robust soul beneath her nightgown;
Telmisartan; Morphine; Midamor; Burinex; heart failure;
the room sparse, clinical; nitro patches; nitro spray;
no boulders in the pack on my back; no regrets;
walking backwards into this poem, no dust under the rug;
the floor-fan hums scattering script with the wind;
cradled in her lap a portable phone — as if she were waiting;
in a corner the television drones on and on;
her shaky hand-written notes litter a nearby table;
a well-worn velveteen swivel chair;
in this poem — a memory —