Friday, January 13, 2012

Friday Night Poem #1

...just because.

Enjoy!


Pillows
By Núria Coe
(inspired by Margaret MacLean’s “Pillows” clay composition)

A mother’s quiet prayer for her fussy baby’s sleep.
A father’s weighty worries, his forehead creased so deep.
A new bride’s secret hopes, and her new fears all the same.
A best friend’s broken promise burning deep a guilty shame.
A taxman’s neat additions.
A teacher’s lessons planned.
A writer’s shock to learn that his books have all been banned.
A little girl’s new wish list her Tooth-Fairy-money brings.
An immigrant’s confusion with so many brand-new things.
A neighbor’s waking startle in the middle of the night.
A teen’s forbidden fantasy.
A dying spirit’s flight.

The quiet imprint on their pillows, unassuming and sincere,
Tell the universe, and no one: they were real, and they were here.


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