mmpanas and JoAnn Moore



Let Things Happen

mmpanas
Response

 

Both Sides Now
By JoAnn Moore
Inspiration piece

The season has shifted again.
The afternoon sun sets quickly:
nature prepares for its darkness.

It was about this time last year
when you started calling—
and eleven days before you left me
a message and I called back,
hopeful for what once was.

I remember the first time
I held each of my children,
discovered the softness of my mother’s skin
three weeks before she died,
heard my son say, when reading one of my poems,
…………..You got this one right,
saw the magnificence of the Pacific,
felt life leave my dog,
hoped that one day I would be closer to myself,
that I believed in you,
and realized all memory is selective.

 

 

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