Driving my Parents Home at Christmas
Read 'Driving my Parents Home at Christmas' by 'Robert Bly' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Driving my Parents Home at Christmas by Robert Bly
As I drive my parents home through the snow
their frailty hesitates on the edge of a mountainside.
I call over the cliff
only snow answers.
They talk quietly
of hauling water of eating an orange
of a grandchild's photograph left behind last night.
When they open the door of their house they disappear.
And the oak when it falls in the forest who hears it through miles and miles of silence?
They sit so close to each other¡as if pressed together by the snow.
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