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Kathy Camacho Poem
Elusive Sleep
The sun retired right on cue
and darkness set in - nothing new
but no thanks to that silent play
I couldn't let go of the day
While everyone was fast asleep
I lay there madly counting sheep
no fairies, sandman not in sight
just blasted whispers "not tonight"
no one to sing a lullaby
so yes, I had a real good cry
some solid zzz’s was all I asked
a bit of sanity to grasp
Oh sleep, why did you fight me so?
the morning's come, just so you know
I'll not forget you in the light
the chase is on again tonight
Copyright © Kathy Camacho | Year Posted 2018
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Kathy Camacho Poem
The House I Grew Up In
had a hole
in the hall closet door
father’s fist-size
with jagged edges
punched
at mother’s eye level
unseeing relations hung
winter coats inside
innocents asked:
"what happened here"?
it was part of the decor
like the living room schefflera plant
and the wooden crucifix
above Patricia’s bed
I covered it with a cardboard Santa
for the holidays, still
at night
I heard its screams
years later, in my garden
I unearthed that hole
and filled it with the roots
of a sedum
Copyright © Kathy Camacho | Year Posted 2017
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Kathy Camacho Poem
Walking With My Mother Past Ursuline Convent and Orphanage (Camp Street)
she remembered
meals eaten in silence
agar jelly dessert, the bitterness of seaweed
washed down with milk
rounders with the girls –
the clack of the bat connecting with the ball
exhilaration running the bases
later in the dorm Sister Mary Alphonse
called an early silence
(to quell excitement ?)
daily chapel - once for mass, twice for prayers
standing, kneeling behind
the black wall of nuns
praying for love
and sardine sandwiches
her mother used to make
secrets with lovely Peggy
whose despair became unbearable -
surely God forgave her
longing for love, a husband, children
someone to need her
to start living
Copyright © Kathy Camacho | Year Posted 2017
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Kathy Camacho Poem
Knee Repair
The joint’s as good as new -
two little screws in a shiny metal plate
and she’s back in business.
It wasn’t as bad as all that.
He only meant to get her down
on her knees, down so she had
to look up at him, down so she
knew her place.
Copyright © Kathy Camacho | Year Posted 2017
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