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Mother’s Pink Carnation










©Shers Gallagher 2015


I set a pink carnation on Mother’s grave,

but only one 
which will wither in the dry dust 
of California’s unending drought.
Global warming and bad planning
is causing fires in the hinterlands,
in the canyons of dried up lakes and streams.
Carnations were her favourite flower,
her ground now hard and cracked
from lack of rain,
parched and bleached
as I imagine her bones should be,
as her death was 30 years ago 
come this December.
A June bride had finished high school
only to straddle two at the ages of 20 and 21,
respectively,
till the pill caught up
and gave a few years reprieve
before the others came. 
I loved her dearly,
our fragile flower 
with lion heart and beacon soul,
being more like sister than mother
to her eldest born,
my brother and me. 
I live miles and seas away these days
and have not been back till now,
remembering how she whispered once,
her dying breath my parting gift 
to abate all the misery.
I will not be there, she murmured.
Don’t worry then, I’m in your heart
and will follow your heart.
And there I’ll be remaining.
Aisling Books

Comments

  1. I can feel the ground, cracked and hard. Just returned to Bakersfield after a cross country road trip where the green in other parts of the country was so seductive. Fits with your theme and words, which held me captive. Enjoyed immensely. Thank you!

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  2. A fragile flower with lion heart and beacon soul. How wonderfully descriptive. A joy to read.

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  3. Its beautiful and a little heart breaking

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  4. a very different and a heart rendering take

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  5. Very topical yet quite moving...

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  6. Very nice! So many have written heartfelt takes this week it's great!

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  7. Stupendously moving. I am beyond words....

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  8. This is just lovely. Such a wonderful tribute. Gorgeous. Good on ya.

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