Thursday, April 3, 2025

Two Things

 

 

She says she’s ready to go

and I know she means

two things at once.

 

I feel selfish for wanting her to mean

only one—

 

to stay with us a little longer

enjoying the hummingbird blanket I bought her

(she says it’s her favorite),

and the chocolates she loves

(at 95 I’ve introduced her to something new),

to hear her stories

of when she first moved to Phoenix

with her beloved, 71 years ago.

 

But bones are breaking in her spine

and cataracts and histoplasmosis

from the Ohio River Valley

make it so she can’t see much anymore.

 

She wants to go home

and Home.

 

Holding onto my hands

a little longer at the Rehab Center,

I hear a fluttering, a humming

I recognize as goodbye.

 

And so, this poem,

meant to explain, to show and not tell,

to show and to tell,

 

why I am a poet and not something else—

sits here between two things—

 

where else can I put

all the joy and pain

held in between

these brief but beautiful wings.

 

 

© 2025 Jennifer Wagner

 

NaPoWriMo Day 3

dVerse free verse

 


13 comments:

  1. poignant is an understatement {{{HUGS}}}

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  2. You got it, poet, gave those wings back right between and because.

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  3. A beautifully written, poignant poem, Jennifer, that made me well up, especially these lines which reminded me of my mother’s last day:
    ‘Holding onto my hands
    a little longer at the Rehab Center,
    I hear a fluttering, a humming
    I recognize as goodbye.’

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  4. Jennifer you say so much so understatedly like the hum of those wings - this free verse style suits the poem very well

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  5. I am late making the rounds, but I'm glad I did not miss this one, Jennifer. This poem is special.

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  6. Oh, Jennifer! You brought me to tears. Beautiful poem! Sending hugs your way...

    Yvette M Calleiro :-)
    http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com

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  7. This is so sad... with everyone else in my in my wife's elder generation already left this feels way too familiar.... say goodbye as well as you can.

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  8. Seeing, hearing through your words means only that we hear the "flutterring" too, as only a true poet can make us hear, feel. 🧡

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  9. So achingly beautiful, Jennifer, and these lines are exceptionally so..."where else can I put
    all the joy and pain
    held in between
    these brief but beautiful wings."

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Thank you for your thoughts!