We
captured blown kisses
left
like a note
on
the kitchen table
saying,
I’ll
be back soon--
just
went to the grocery
to
pick up a few things.
If
we only knew
then,
that
last sprinkling,
last
dot under the heart
she
drew
on
the page
was
her final
wingspread
now
folded.
©
2016 Jennifer Wagner
for edr and kjt
What a beautiful tribute, nicely written. Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteSad and beautiful .
ReplyDeletesometimes when I leave a note I think' what if this was my last words to them'! this poem is delicate as a butterfly's wing!
ReplyDeleteOh oh oh....my.
ReplyDeleteoh, Jennifer, you captured something powerful in the most delicate words.
ReplyDeleteAs Ali said, this "floats like a butterfly, stings like a bee." The details here, so gentle and so well observed, culminate in a profound, sad lick to the stomach. This reminded me of the last time I saw my father alive in 1999. Thanks, Mosk
ReplyDelete__My kind wishes, such a heartful verse. _m
ReplyDeleteHer words; kept within the mind's heart; holding hands.
Oh this makes my heart take a breath--gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteImagine some loved one opening a door and just flying away on butterfly wings. There is such a hush in these lines. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI agree, sad but beautiful. An excellent read.
ReplyDeleteReally is profound. I ran out the door the other day (late to a hair appointment) and didn't take time to kiss my husband goodbye - and I remember thinking - he always kisses ME goodbye. And it DID flit through my head "what if..."
ReplyDeleteA delicate, nuanced and evocative piece. Lovely!
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