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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.

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20 Responses

    1. Thank you so much, Nina, for reading and for your heartfelt comment. I believe I will see my parents in heaven. Alcoholism is a disease, and when your parents become the children and the children have to grow up at six, and worry about their parents’ safety and their own, something is so out of balance. Big hugs to you!

  2. Oh my Joni, this made me cry 🥺 your words truly touched the core of my heart bringing us back to how it happened and how you felt then. Thank you for always sharing your experience through your beautiful poems.

    1. My dear friend, thank you for reading and your gracious comment. We are so blessed to have a good life. I think of “The Children of the Water,” who are finding any land they can to try and find in South Sudan to survive. The mothers are finding lily pads and digging the roots out so that they have something to feed their weak and malnourished children. Life is so hard for so many people. Blessings and love, Joni

    1. Thank you so much for reading and for your kind words. I am thankful for the comment you made because I am trying to “touch hearts,” again thanks Destiny, blessings and hugs, Joni

  5. My dear friend Joni. You have endured so much pain & yet, here you are writing a lovely, painful poem of your feelings & experience to help others who may have grown up in an abusive household. The very fact you are so strong in your faith & you have pointed out some fond memories of both of your parents, shows what an amazing, forgiving, kind human & daughter who still misses her parents & kept some love in your heart for their memories. God has truly blessed you with this peace in your heart. I adore you & admire your work & so thankful you are using your gift from God in your writing & sharing it with all of us. Thank you for exactly who you are. I love you my soul sister.

    1. Dearest Janette, I just read your beautiful comment that you left me. We are indeed, soul sisters, Scott says that all the time about us. It means a lot to me everything you said, because I know you only say what you mean. Thank you my dear friend for being my friend for so long. I love you right back. Love you, Joni.

  6. Joni, my heart goes out to you for such deep trauma and loss. Thank you for opening your heart to help others through your writing. Love, Barbara

    1. Dearest Lisa, thank you so much for taking the time to read my words, as I know how incredibly busy you are right now, it means a lot. It is very helpful to my heart to write about things that happened before. I think about it less and it’s a sort of cathartic way for me to deal with many issues. Hugs and love, Joni.

    1. Dear Cammie,

      Thank you so very much for reading and your highly kind comment. Sending love, hugs, and well wishes your way as well. Your visit to SpillWords, as well as everyone else, means a lot always. There are always lots of fantastic talent in SpillWord Press. Love, Joni

  11. Joni, You have taken the trauma and loss of your life and made them into an exquisitely beautiful narrative poem. After all you have been through, you rose above your pain and became a nurse to help others. Now you write poems to encourage and inspire! Wonderful!

    Congratulations on the publication of this lovely poem! <3 <3 <3

    1. Cheryl, thank you for reading and for your thoughtful, kind comment.
      I was determined to break the cycle, and I did. I write my pieces about Adult Children of Alcoholism in the hopes of helping others. So your comment means so much. Thank you for all the kind things you have said, my friend. Hugs and love, Joni

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