Poetry Project–Day 2
Thursday, September 3rd, 200980th Birthday
We sat, tables put end to end
In the old tavern, namesaked
After the pioneer, and
Full of spoon bread, and stories
Of my mother’s wonderfulness, we
Relaxed in the company of kin.
My husband was gone, his death
Arriving a tad before Christmas, and
Nightmare traces still, even in
Daylight were my company, though
My heart longed for relief, or at least
Respite if […]