It Was by Lesléa Newman

It Was

not a stroke
of genius
it was not

a stroke
of luck
it was

a stroke
of misfortune
that befell

my father
leaving him

at the foot
of the driveway
next to the garbage

all morning
to be picked up

by Lesléa Newman, from I Wish My Father

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Editor’s Note: Sometimes poems don’t need to be long or complicated to say something utterly true and heart-wrenching. [My apologies for the lateness of the post; the scheduler went wonky.]


3 responses to “It Was by Lesléa Newman”

  1. 2mybox Avatar

    very clever poem. Usually I don’t like poems about parents but this one hit the spot.

  2. richardsund Avatar

    This was, as I see it, as an RN for 30 years, a wonderful poem,if sad. Years in the ER ( now called ED’S) , have made me seeking authentic feeling. Keep writing. Richard Sund

  3. heyannis Avatar

    This tight poem captured the whole occurrence — and the feelings. Thank you. xoA

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