Tuesday, July 10, 2018

Tuesday Noon, a poem for mom

You took a last breath
with summer light reaching
in a hundred horizons
through slats in window shades.

It was a Tuesday noon
and the sun arranged
that just for you, collector of pretty
sunshine things & cobalt blue.

Seventeen years on and
I can’t breathe when the day
comes around, impossible still

as the sun
setting at noon.


for mom, 2018

(c) Heidi Richardson Evans