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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Thanks, Mom

Thanks, Mom
for throwing a wet wool blanket over my day
for stepping on my newly emerging seedlings
for blowing out my candles
You have that special way
of conveying both disappointment and apathy
in a single breath
and tying it all up
with a big ribbon of guilt
It's a gift, really
one that I hope never to pass down.


4 comments:

Brian Miller said...

why is it i hear candles hissing as they extinguish...oy

Hey Monkey Butt said...

OoOoOo don't you just love it when that happens :/

Micael Chadwick said...

This one is so startling, I don't even have the words. It took my breath a way and left me speechless. Well said. Well done. (And for the record, I someone don't see this as a gift anyone that knows you would ever be privy of opening. You give so much strength and inspiration without ever even knowing it. ♥)

darev2005 said...

Gee. Aint family just wonderful? There were days when I wish I was adopted.