This is a new Blog..but I have a lot of really old poems.. I never published any, and most have never been seen by anyone, but I'm at the point I feel a need to put them out there. I suspect its the hopefully distant footsteps of mortality that prompt me to re visit and share these old pieces. This one I wrote a week or two after my mother died in 1980.
For Lucile
Lucile, I've laid out your cup
with sugar and spoon
Yet the coffee grows cold
I cannot hear your laughter
Can I blame the gardener
who finds one rose, more beautiful
And says " you shall grace my home"
Lucile, I've laid out your cup
with sugar and spoon.
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