Moonflower,
pale trumpet
blooming in the night…
light
from your window
begs the stars to send
the
sandman to comfort you.
I watch,
praying the panes will go
dark.
Sleep is your escape.
©Susie Clevenger 2012
This is for my friend
Leslie. We were neighbors in Broken Arrow, Oklahoma and she grieved the death
of her parents so much that it affected her mental and physical health. She was
plagued with insomnia. Leslie died in 2004 from complications after gastric
by-pass surgery. She wanted to lose weight because she and her husband planned to go on
a cruise with my husband and I. For so long I felt guilt for what happened; struggled with feeling that she would have
been fine if I hadn’t moved, if I hadn’t told her about the cruise….too many “what
ifs” plagued me for a long time.
Kerry at Real Toads introduced us to the poet, Ingrid Jonker, and challenged us to write a poem about a personal relationship as Ingrid did in her poetry.
Comments
She would have felt the love in this piece and I know that in her life you were a light...don't take to much of it on...you're such a kind compassionate soul so it's natural for you to. ♥'s to you, Susie.