[9]
August —
Mom dies
so suddenly;
I remain
in Washington.
[49]
Spring—
in trying to find
my way through
estrangement,
I send her
my first poems.
Mom likes them.
At her death,
everything falls
away, revealing
my failures
& our silences.
It’s reappraisal time:
I leave cubicle life
to write full-time.
So little time.
I’ll write about Mom,
I’ll write.
~*~
Andrew Shattuck McBride
NaPoWriMo ~ 2013 | My Day 7
April 10, 2013
Andrew Shattuck McBride, Writer's Blog 
This is very powerful–how the first section conveys its shock so directly, and the second section, your resolve.
Hello Jennifer,
Thank you very much.
I’m still processing these events from 2008/2009.
Sincerely, Andy