Open Poetry #50 |
Approval |
Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Approval She never quite went gray All the way Not with the cancer And chemo Which stripped the natural From her soul Had she gone gray, had she taken Time from the mouth of death I can imagine her with tendrils Of silver ringlets But the ladies who managed her And manipulated her thoughts Implied that a wig of her “natural” (Read “her 20s”) Implied she would “look fine.” But cancer and chemo are insidious beasts And in the 90’s of the time no one thought To embrace the idea that skin changes tone And to look 20 at 60 plus Is slightly ridiculous And the wig never fit right, anyway. I’ve since passed the age of her passing. I embrace the silvers and slivers of age And try to hear her, And the golden tones Of her approval of my thoughts Even when they are gray. © KRJ 4-23-2019 |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Karilea, This is so warm and wonderful. The last stanza is my favorite. ~L |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
You said what needs to be said so beautifully, Karilea. |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
"I’ve since passed the age of her passing. I embrace the silvers and slivers of age And try to hear her, And the golden tones Of her approval of my thoughts Even when they are gray." I recently passed the age of my father's passing. He too, died from cancer, and had his appearance changed by chemo. His approval was all I lived for up to that point in time. Still was afterward I think, but I was completely lost without his guidance. Your heartfelt words here have evoked strong memories. I am sure "she" both approves and understands your thoughts, even when they are gray. |
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