As much as I wanted to use ReadWritePoem’s prompt for the day, I could not weave anything together. It is just as well, for today is my mother’s birthday. She died suddenly and unexpectedly at the age of 49. Only three years older than I am now. So I ended up using a prompt from the Book of Kells blog:Write to something (or someone) beautiful that is no longer here.
For Charlotte Faye
(a poem for my mother)
You would have been 69.
I might have teased you about the number
And I think you would have laughed,
Although not in public, of course.
Your public persona was squeaky clean
Only a few of us knew the raw beauty
That was really you.
Note: First posted on April 23, 2010.