Today, Word Incident hit the 5,000 views mark. Hard to believe it! It’s been a great place to offer poetry, information on my novels, music, and interaction with the public. So – to celebrate I thought I’d put up a poem that I wrote for my mom, remembering her at Christmas several years ago now. She passed in 2008. It’s always a sort of bittersweet time as we remember the people who’ve made an indelible mark on our lives. Regret is not something I dwell on, except when it comes to my mom. This was one of the Creekwalker Poems and it’s called:
Expecting Snow at Christmas
Not known for snow, more for its liquid form,
A pearlescent night street and coalescing hues
Extend Rain City farther into the world beyond.
Expecting snow tonight, every sound is stilled,
Lamplit flakes float into white shale stair steps,
Concrete and earth not yet gone, lightening just now.
Morning news is snow, schools shut, people stay put,
Wind turns clouds away from the city. Away
From colored houses – every window is Christmas.
Electric are the lights. Your body under its
White glow, glistening like streets I’ve traveled
Long to get here, your breath is winter.
Final words for the good son, the one who
Wiped you, brushed teeth, combed hair, held you up.
Lying forges moments: “You were a good mother.”
Expecting snow at Christmas saddles the heart, winches
Its bonds, burns your last words, a vinyl stuck needle
Scraping at truth: “No. No, I wasn’t,” you said.