I wrote a draft of this poem in November when my stepdad was in the hospital before he passed on December 20th. He was in the hospital for 3 months, and it was such an unsettling and hard time for my family. Most of all my heart hurt for my Mom. This is probably one of those things I would never have shared but my writing group reacted to it strongly, and like they often do they made me look at something I’d written differently. I’m still not sure about it - and have given it only one rewrite, but it feels like it should live somewhere. So here it lives now.
I loved this so much, and the reason why is because the voice in the poem is so distinct and authentic -- almost jarring so. I think this is what makes a really good poem -- a voice that clearly has something to say, comes through the page, and moves us. I hope you’ll keep sharing these 💓
I loved this so much, and the reason why is because the voice in the poem is so distinct and authentic -- almost jarring so. I think this is what makes a really good poem -- a voice that clearly has something to say, comes through the page, and moves us. I hope you’ll keep sharing these 💓