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
crumpled
at the foot
of the driveway
next to the garbage
waiting
all morning
to be picked up
by Lesléa Newman, from I Wish My Father
Twitter: @lesleanewman
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.]
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very clever poem. Usually I don’t like poems about parents but this one hit the spot.
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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
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This tight poem captured the whole occurrence — and the feelings. Thank you. xoA
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