Roots
Grandma at the lake cabin
showing me
how to haul water for the fruit tree
my little job for the summer
I still feel guilty I don’t recall
if i watered it at all
And was that the last time I saw her?
Prompt: write a poem that recounts a memory of a beloved relative, and something they did that echoes through your thoughts today.
Bitter sweet. Lovely.
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DeleteThis is so spare and piercing... the guilt and tenderness in those last two lines are devastating.
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DeleteOh, this says so much in so little. It's beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you Smitha!
DeleteSo short and succinct, and yet so poignant. Well done.
ReplyDeleteAppreciate Bruce thank you!
DeleteO! My word! Goosebumps. The underlying whispers of guilt fill in all the spaces in between the lines. What a composition. Love it.
ReplyDeleteOh! Thank you for this lovely comment Arti
DeleteYou did a wonderful "less is more" job on this poem. Congratulations!
ReplyDeleteHappy it works for you, thank you very much Gloria :)
DeleteJust read Day 13 post and Yay!! Congratulations. So well deserved.
ReplyDeleteStraight to the gut. Congratulations!!!
ReplyDeleteMany thanks Elizabeth!
DeleteCongratulations on the feature! Well-deserved, this is a beautifully sparse yet effective poem.
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DeleteI agree with the other commenters. Great job, and congrats on the feature!
ReplyDeleteWow! Thanks again RW
DeleteWow!!
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