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
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
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!
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
My NaPoWriMo ~ 2013 project isn’t exactly intuitive, is it? Here’s an explanation:
Sincerely, and Cheers, Andy