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.