Wednesday, August 26, 2015

This Is My Poem for You


How many poems have been written
about that perfect globe of
eiderdown poised on a stem,
tens of tiny snowy pinpricks
left by a petalled sunburst?

If so much care
is spent on a plant,
a milk-white miracle,
surely we can ask a miracle for you,

dear one, lying so ill in your hospital bed?

August 17, 2015
On the journey with Glenda


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