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
12 comments:
What a beautiful tribute, nicely written. Wonderful!
Sad and beautiful .
sometimes 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!
Oh oh oh....my.
oh, Jennifer, you captured something powerful in the most delicate words.
As 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
__My kind wishes, such a heartful verse. _m
Her words; kept within the mind's heart; holding hands.
Oh this makes my heart take a breath--gorgeous!
Imagine some loved one opening a door and just flying away on butterfly wings. There is such a hush in these lines. Beautiful.
I agree, sad but beautiful. An excellent read.
Really 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..."
A delicate, nuanced and evocative piece. Lovely!
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