Rhododendron
I rise
Out of my small hard bed
Of childhood dreams
Just to see the
Rhododendron bloom
Once more
Like a pink sunrise
While my grandmothers ghost
Follows me
Around the old house
As I walk
Through each empty room
And the memories
Appear out of the
Restless space
One by one
Guarded by the
Strict division of walls
Yet I drag them out
Of their secret hiding place
So that I,
The only girl child,
Could be the Queen
For one more day
Before I flung them all
To the raging wolves
Of history.
Copyright © Kathryn Sweeney | Year Posted 2021
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