Togetherness

It was the end of summer.  The family had spent a few weeks in Iowa where my mother was now in hospice because of cancer.  Both grandchildren spent time at her bedside and played with cousins, saw  aunts and uncles and enjoyed the rare occasion of the whole family being together.

My younger sister would be the nurse.  She had the training.  I was worthless and returned home so the children could start school.  In a few days I got the call.  I booked a ticket to leave the next day.  The children wanted to know why I was going again, since I had just been there.

When your mother dies, you go there.

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Togetherness

Yellowjackets

A yellowjacket is not a bee

it is aggressive

stings multiple times

eats meat and honey bees

My daughter stepped in a hive

we were walking in the woods

off trail when buzzing

erupted out of the ground

Run I yell

we all ran towards our house

I licked her three year old’s wounds

with baking soda and kind words

love that child with all her stings

Yellowjackets

Self Portrait in Constellation

Child sacrifice poor Andromeda tied

her mother watching in the distance

starry night hope to be saved

Cassiopeia bright thru my window

I am both daughter and mother

Daughter bound from ignorance

to monsters in the heavens

break free before the dawn

light comes

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NaPoWriMo prompt to do a self portrait using historical or mythical character. This poem is a 44 word poem called a quadrille. It is about generational curse between mothers and daughters.

Self Portrait in Constellation

A Clearing

My daughter and her husband purchased five acres of land, lots of trees on it and a pond.  There is an old house there, three sheds about to fall over, two old boats that might still float, an aluminum travel trailer that hasn’t traveled since 1998, and lots of work.  She says she is feeling overwhelmed.

I remember when my husband and I were young and worked all day on weekends to clear land to build a house.  I tell her that I don’t know how we did it.  I can still clear brush and trim branches and find a yellow McCoy mouse cookie jar discarded in weeds.  She too will find her surprises.

 

old abandoned house

still remnants of who was here

earth cycle passes

 

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dVerse haibun prompt on surprises – the big surprise was that the cookie jar wasn’t broken

A Clearing