Prompt: "Rebirth Poem"
A REBIRTH POEM
should be easy to write
but not today
when I am undone
by the simplest thing:
It's raining, the
car won't start,
and I've someplace
important to go.
My husband
tells me each disaster
is simply the price
for breathing.
It's April,
the same month
my mother died.
It was ten years ago.
When they told me
I noticed the
trees were just
getting their leaves.
I remember thinking,
She would have liked this.
:)
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