This recent poem is part of a manuscript I have been writing for the last year or so. After a long hiatus, I took up poetry again as a way to make sense of my feelings about the experience of my brother's cancer. My poems are dedicated to my brother, who died May 5, 2009.
Hunger
The door opens
Away from the edge
Where you wait,
Your bread and wine
A sure thing now.
I try to fill the frame
With love enough
To make the end not happen.
It happens
I'm hungry, too.
Take. Eat.
We have all the time in the world.
Copyright 2009 Maureen E. Doallas
All Rights Reserved.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
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2 comments:
Maureen, I slowed at this...
"Your bread and wine
A sure thing now."
And the end. It stopped me altogether.
Beautiful.
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