Image borrowed from YahooMother’s headstone seems so small
and insignificant, so alone beneath
the Sea Tac flight paths,
but I do adore the fact
that she can grab a free ride
a hundred times a day, rocketing
from death’s dominion to Phoenix
to warm her beautiful bones.
Glenn Buttkus
Would you like the Author to read this poem to you?
December 2010
3 comments:
I know your mother is smiling, Glenn. I am, too. It was a joy to hear you read it.
Sweeeet!!
Xxoo
Glen, this is lovely, particularly the last line. And there's an irony in the title that's both funny and moving. Thank you for posting this.
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