Mother Mary

Photo by Cecile Vedemil on Unsplash

I want to write a poem
about the last time
I saw my mother.

It would be a modest poem
describing an autumn afternoon
in Colorado when a mother
and daughter sat together
on a back patio
and the daughter assessed
a neglected lawn full of
leaves, dry grass, and sticks.

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Marie Marchand

Poet Laureate of Ellensburg, WA. Author of Gifts to the Attentive from Winter Goose Publishing. mishiepoet.com @mishiepoet