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What “Daisy” Knew
she watched them
In the dining room
light spreading cross
still frozen faces
she watched him
the paper crack-snap open
as mother tap tapped on her egg shell
tiptoeing through her paces in
all that marmeladed shimmered light
knew in her tiny bones
love between them faded
and all had finally gone to hell -
soon the heat would thaw the
silent sentinel, the scythe would
fall and commence the
final to-the-finish-fight
but
for this moment
she could sit in her chair-between
feel the sun warm and sweet
shining warm and pure through her
tendriled tousled sleep-tossed hair
soak in their joined breath
and forget in each sweet-small-morseled- bite
of toast, and jam and honeyed-tea
all that she knew of the coming fight
she had seen with sparkling
crystal clarity
all that was to be
close her eyes face to
the sun and filter
what she knew was walking-coming
hold them still – all in suns’ sweet smiling face
for just a few moments longer
together -
a family -
her family
together in the folded arms of love’s embrace
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What is it all about
As children run through
Streets and fields
Shining without care
In twenties and thirties
Stride with purpose plan
Running quickly there
forties and fifties
pinnacle spans
career, and or
children bloom
sixty hits and there
a moment to pause
and look about the
global room
and ask in seventies
eighties nineties and
as long as one can wonder
where one fits in the shimmered
Jigsaw of it all before
Looking up from under
with unfingerprinted walls
and silence wrapped
like smoke
where once laughter
lived
A quiet house
where the phone
has stopped its
tortorous ringing
asked if your little
girl has been
found
after
all
they stare at
each other for
quick seconds
eyes darting away
as though burned
and he tries
to make her smile
it’s a “hard-ship we’re sailing hey matey”
and she seethes
with roiling hatred
and knows that
whatever they once had
is now gone
with Kaitlin