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Calista Catherine I see you now... as if it were yesterday, the streamers on your sun hat flying, the wind blowing your faded dress tight against your legs, you tug at it but you can't stop the wind, so you laugh and the sound rides the breeze, stretching it out until there is just a pregnant silence... I am missing you. I see you again... on bended knee, trowel in hand, you work the dirt diligently, knowing what beauty will come. Chrysanthemums hug the walkway, a massive mound of red verbena flourishes on the hillside. You sit back on your heels to choose the daylilies you'll plant next. I am missing you. There you are... Your head lowered to see the strings of your old box guitar, it had to be tuned every time you picked it up, but always, it was nothing for you... and soon you would be singing I saw the light or some other Hank song and we would all be gathered around. This was our family's harvest of love for one another. I am missing you. |
Additional Notes:
Previously published on the Allpoetry website.
Calista was my precious mother.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2015-11-06 21:17:38
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Wanda,
this is an absolutely piece. You not only brought alive the person but placed us there beside you in observation.
The “I am missing you”, by the end, becomes we all are missing you. It would be far too difficult to ascertain a single line or view that was more poignant than another. Each line and stanza was a colonnade of memory none of us have but you, but that all of us have now. We may have watched through the window of your eyes, and your soul, but now it also belongs to us.
Thank you much for sharing this wonderful piece.