Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Thanks Given (Poem)

Thanks Given

We were nine.
We were eight.
We are seven.

We were together.
We are apart.

We were mother and father,
five daughters,
two sons:

Together. One.

Apart

In Virginia and Florida,
New York and Tennessee,
in Georgia

We were a family.

We are a family
come together
with spirit,
with ghost

Eyes looking down,
looking up,
looking out

To a hillside in Arlington,
to a headstone in Venice:

Two to make
seven into nine.

Lips pressing thank yous
on shadows of air
breathed in breathed out
paused

To save
for blessings
round tables

Together,
apart,

As one.

Copyright © 2009 Maureen E. Doallas. All Rights Reserved.


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4 comments:

L.L. Barkat said...

Reeling. Somehow. The force of its simplicity.

nAncY said...

blessings
your words

RT said...

Well, that was just lovely Maureen.

Laura said...

Maureen,

You always take the breath right out of me. Such power in your poetry.