by Carolyn Cecil
Forget the squabbles,
the mothering you did,
the cat who died.
Your goldfish confidante,
finally found
floating on his side.
Forget the lost look
of childhood, Dad leaving,
sad nights awake.
You grew yourself
from tattered seed to
blossom like a
butterfly bush in spring,
inviting a flutter
of praise.
copyright 2012, Carolyn Cecil
Carolyn Cecil has been writing poetry for ten years. She participates in a monthly
poetry critique group where she is based in Baltimore. Her poetry has
been published in The Broadkill Review, Poet's Ink, More Stories
Website, Loyalhanna Review and The Gunpowder Review. She will read from
her work on March 21, 2013 at Third Thursday, Takoma Park Community
Center, Takoma Park, Md.
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