Greyhound Bus


I write poems for my father

but it was my mother I failed

I took care of him..

She died worrying about me

Taking the bus from Vt. to NY

with my new cute boyfriend

My father not happy about it

"This is a family matter, private

you don't bring strangers."

The boyfriend went on his way

I went in to see Mom

what was left of Mom

in fetal position, gasping for breath

I dont' think she knew I was there

We drove back to New Jersey in silence

had dinner at the small place on broadway

slipping into the booth

the light illuminated our pain

could the waitress see it as she took our order?

Back home, we retreated to our rooms

to wait for sleeps sweet escape...

the phone rang at midnight

she was gone


Lorna said...

so poignant

Lee said...

Lovely writing, sad subject.

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Sky said...

powerful writing about hard stuff.

Angel said...

I love this! Bravo.

Mary Sheehan Winn said...

less is more. Well said.