New Blog / Old Poem

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.