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Month: March 2015

Mary Slaton

Mary Slaton

she had

done her research

for months on end

sat down with the surgeon

asked him the same robotic question

a thousand different ways

had read that story about that woman

who had had the exact same surgery done

how she talked it up in the paper

had nothing bad to say about it

so, when that Tuesday morning rolled around

she felt like everything would go as planned

but that’s the thing about plans

it’s outta your hands

how could she know

she’d be lying there bleeding

how the surgeon would have to go back in

with another cardiac cut

deeper this time

supposed to be there 3-5 days

not 3-5 weeks

but she sounded good on the phone

hopeful to go home

any day now

get back to her daffodils

and her music lessons

and waking up in her own bed

with the birds outside

her window

singing their song …

her favorite melody

TL

Rock-a-Bye

Rock-a-Bye

she watched him

through the screen

watched him

walk away

said she’d never

done that

before

but that morning

when he left

out the door

she watched him

through the screen

‘til she couldn’t see him

no more

and when evening fell

over the morning sun

“head-on collision …

tanker and car …

driver did not survive …”

she understood why

she watched him

walk away

that day

he was 23

her son

had a baby girl

3-weeks-old …

now 8

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Silver Handles

Silver Handles

he went around

drilling handles

in the doorways

of his daddy’s house

pulling on ‘em

with his weight

making sure

they’re secure

he put one

by the bathroom

one by the door

one by the stove

another by his chair

one up over there

over yonder

seems he put ‘em

everywhere

for the times

he can’t be there

sometimes, in life

‘ya need somebody

to hang a handle

in your doorway

a steel hand

to hold ‘ya up

when your legs

give out

TL

deGraffenried

deGraffenried

he gave

the best

bear hugs

right, little cub

warm and tight

help ‘ya sleep

safe at night

don’t forget that

little cub

don’t forget that

big bear hug

the kind ‘ya feel

your whole life through

he gave the best of ‘em to you

his little cub

(February 5, 1955 – March 5, 2015)

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Dear Dad,

Dear Dad,

they say

the struggles

make ‘ya stronger

I say

I’d rather not be

that strong

they say

what doesn’t kill ‘ya

makes ‘ya stronger

I say

what doesn’t kill ‘ya

does something else entirely

nobody just is

strength is born

out of agony

the weakest hour

had I known that then

when I was seven

I would of never prayed

for that

to be strong

TL