Wild Flowers Cut For Two
written by: Joni Caggiano
@theinnerchild1
flowers lift every blossom high
toward sunday’s somber sky
exquisite hat, emits long sigh
young’uns loud, dirty pants
cardboard fans begin to dance
choir holds ceremonial stance
tears spin, I sow a song, best I can
welcomes arise by awkward man
memories shift like mourning sand
listen to preacher, job he’s doing, bad
he never even knew my dad
flowers jump off my dress, how sad
this daughter talks about real times
how war, alcohol, and misery binds
no talk of my abuse, or broken lines
in heaven, shining boots, handsome man
little circles in polish, round, silver can
two years later, mom elects to try again
life surrenders their graves hold only bone
gasp silence scream I drop phone
too many pills, mom’s on chariot home
no father or mother, I stand in wrong lane
empty seat, sit by handsome stranger on plane
crying, he comforts me, submerging in pain
work pace, oddly insane, life isn’t fair
boss says, hope your duty’s done there
saturday, dial mom, pull out comfy chair
this phone number is no longer in service it hits me
mom is no longer there
mom is no longer there
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
Having lost both of my parents to suicide, I am highly aware of what a horrible effect this act has on family members.
So please, anyone who is feeling suicidal or just thinking that they could hurt themselves, please dial your local helpline or 911 immediately in the United States.
- Sunbird - November 14, 2024
- Sand Shifts - August 19, 2024
- Worn Slap Out - June 5, 2024
