NaPM April 28 2016

[REW]

Carol

In these rampant
invasive weed days,
all this technology,

I don’t have a video.

There was her voicemail
that I used to call,
but people do not pay
cellphone accounts
for the dead forever.

She could have gone into radio
they said,
but that opportunity blew by
like a low flying kite and she was afraid
to grab for the string.

Now can’t remember the sound
of such a nice voice,
having only an impression,
melody in tones
like a large silver bell.

I play a tape in my head--
photographed with eyes, my mind
when there was still time,
but all colors fade.

Maybe what I promised myself
to never let go,
her finger grasping mine,
roles reversed, a warm tug--
my memory of the last time
having a mom alive,

I will forget in time.

For now the clapper still rings;
from a cloud an angel sings.

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Wow!


Mercedes, Todd, Bedeep, Teagan, and Achebe:

Every one of these is simply wonderful in its own way!