by Sheree La Puma
To my estranged daughter in wake of the recent tragedies in California
New Moon in Scorpio. 12 people shot. Dead, College Night, Wednesday. Malibu burning. Ash like a blanket. Black, my mood. Everyone, for themselves. You come at me like a stranger, or don’t come at all. I confess, this is a love poem, posing as an elegy. Motherlove never dies. It evicts you from home in a State of Emergency. I bury your absence in the broken streets. Dreams bloom, but do not resurrect & I am one of many left weeping,
on the highway.
Category: Poetry, SNHU Creative Writing, SNHU online creative writing