Imaginary Families I

November 12, 2010

           C L A R E

Tho’ colorful and oddly clinical words,

“At breakneck speed”  more goes towards

Trains on fire, on fast tracks, out of control there.

Not firecracker granddaughters,  Clare,

Her slippery clip around a corner.

& straight on to the stairs.

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               M A R Y    

The mother of all my kids,

She runs a day care center.

She nurses a fallen sparrow

Back to health, & to the blue skies

That to both, were meant her.

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The precious  love to look up towards her,

To take her softest assurances,

Her sun face makes it all go light again,

Amidst  darkish  “emergencies”.

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