1963 [Gravity | Toll / Loss]


Mom’s gravity, weakening.


You likely can remember
where you were
when you heard the news
The President has been shot. He’s dead.
I can’t remember where I was.
I had turned three
nearly three weeks earlier.
I was an innocent, cried only
for Mom.

I’m certain my sisters
comforted me. Perhaps they sensed
the toll I was taking on Mom, the toll
from all this loss.


Andrew Shattuck McBride
NaPoWriMo ~ 2013 | My Day 1
April 3, 2013

About Andrew Shattuck McBride

I am a writer, editor, writing coach, and consultant. I work in a variety of genres, including poetry, short stories, and creative non-fiction. I also have a couple of novels simmering on back burners. THANK YOU to Nan Macy of Village Books for taking this photo (June 2011).
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3 Responses to 1963 [Gravity | Toll / Loss]

  1. I love the image of “gravity” here. Bravo for picking up with these “year” poems, and I’m so glad you’re posting this month!

  2. Hi Jennifer!

    Thank you so much for your kind comments here, and for the gentle nudge to participate in NaPoWriMo ~ 2013.

    It’s *great* to see that you are posting, too! Yaayyy!!!!

    Blessings to you and your family, Andy

  3. My NaPoWriMo ~ 2013 project isn’t exactly intuitive, is it? Here’s an explanation:


    Sincerely, and Cheers, Andy

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