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.
Reeling. Somehow. The force of its simplicity.
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Well, that was just lovely Maureen.
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ReplyDeleteYou always take the breath right out of me. Such power in your poetry.