Wide Open Spaces
In my basket of
steel and plastic,
sole company
my personal talking head
and Billy Joel
reminding me
we didn’t start the fire,
I bucket along.
The highway’s empty
this time of night and
I am the only planet
in the universe
oblivious even to
its own moon.
Breaking seventy-five,
my selfsame speed of light,
a comet of colored fireworks
descends from behind.
Stopped in my tire tracks,
I am approached by one blue alien.
“License and registration please.”
Don’t think and drive.
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
December 31, 2011
I am reminded of... the days I would watch her work
in her flower garden for hours at a time
I am reminded of... the days she would take me by my
hand and say come along help grandma
I am reminded of... me carrying my little bucket along
to help her water all of her flowers
I am reminded of... The smiles that would cover grandma's
face when new flowers would be blooming
I am reminded of... sitting on the bench with her and watching
the butterflies fluttering amongst the flowers
I am reminded of... The birds singing their happy songs as they
flew around the flower garden
I am reminded of... the wind drifting by us and the fragrance of
the flowers floating all around us
I am reminded of...our walks back from the flower garden and
our talks along the path back to her house
I am reminded of...how much I miss her everytime I smell these
beautiful flowers that still grow in her flower garden
In Loving Memory of my Grandmother
Helen Lyvine (Fosnaught) Myers
Entry: 5th Poem on the Soup for P.D.'s contest
12th Place winner
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