Friday, August 7, 2009
Feathers
for my sister, Karyn
One by one we remove white feathers.
With each our mother’s head softens,
lowering to the floor of her pillow,
releasing its burden. We make separate
stacks--my sister and --piling them up
from the sand floor of an old cottage.
Two small ladders of feathers
drawn from a snowy goose rising
as the pillow flattens into the quiet
where my mother rests her head,
a pebble of gold that sinks
to the worn tucked sheet.
When she releases her last breath,
another feather swims from her round mouth.
The feathers my sister and I carefully placed
scatter to the corners of the early-morning room,
trace their contours across the walls,
seep as if liquid light through closed window blinds,
finally nudging the hospital door open--
that heavy green hospital door
we will never open again.
-- Jannie M. Dresser 6/18/09
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ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by to look at my art.
Your art is amazing and yes your creativity will return after losing your Mother. Her death may just inspire you in some way. I love you blog and I am so happy you contacted me. Check out my blog at www.treasurebarnblog.blogspot.com.
Hope to hear from you soon and again I am so sorry for your loss.
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Patti Koosed/pchickki