Audio · My Mother · Poem · Poetry

New Audio: How Did She Go?

How did she go?
The mystery.
This woman with no memories,
No way to find the path,
No way to recall a face,
No way to know she dreamed,
No way to know the face of Death.
How did she manage?

We held her close,
Go to the light.
But did she?
Light?

Her last breaths like those of a guppy,
Out of the water too long.
Did she know?
Was Dad there?
The chakras still spun
Until spent in the sand.
No wind.

My heart collapsed
In the knowing.
I was then a stranger, an orphan.
Her guide and now
Not her guide.

In a dream, there she was,
Resting on a bed in an alcove,
The curtains draped on either side,
Her shoes placed gingerly under the bed.
I’m lost!
Where’s my wallet?
The bill to be paid.
Three shiny pennies lined up in a row.
Pick them up, she said.
I resisted
The bad luck.

It was 2:05p.m.
When they listened for her whispers
Trapped in her throat
For a different guide.

Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: My Mother

 

my sassy mom

Audio · Haiku · My Mother · Poem · Poetry

New Audio: Robin

Robin missing eggs
Mother missing memory
Grief seeking treasures

 

Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: http://hylebos.typepad.com/blog_from_the_bog/2010/05/buds-bloom-sunday.html

robin nest

 

Audio · Haiku · My Mother · Poem · Poetry

Robin

Robin missing eggs
Mother missing memory
Grief seeking treasures

 

Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: http://hylebos.typepad.com/blog_from_the_bog/2010/05/buds-bloom-sunday.html

robin nest

 

Audio · My Mother · Poem · Poetry

How Did She Go?

How did she go?

The mystery.

This woman with no memories,

No way to find the path,

No way to recall a face,

No way to know she dreamed,

No way to know the face of Death.

How did she manage?

 

We held her close,

Go to the light. 

But did she?

Light?

 

Her last breaths like those of a guppy,

Out of the water too long. 

Did she know? 

Was Dad there?

The chakras still spun 

Until spent in the sand.

No wind.

 

My heart collapsed

In the knowing.

I was then a stranger, an orphan.

Her guide and now 

Not her guide.

 

In a dream, there she was,

Resting on a bed in an alcove,

The curtains draped on either side,

Her shoes placed gingerly under the bed.

I’m lost!

Where’s my wallet? 

The bill to be paid. 

Three shiny pennies lined up in a row.

Pick them up, she said.

I resisted

The bad luck.

 

It was 2:05p.m.

When they listened for her whispers

Trapped in her throat

For a different guide.

 

Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: My Mother

my sassy mom