Publication Credits

BROKEN GLASS - - Published in Online Ezine's First Edition - Crossroad, Schooled, Lost and Crushed

TURBULENCE - Published in Issue number 7 - Seamstress

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Not Here

Doesn't matter how many tries,
watching her pack things away,
it's moving day, her heart is in
every box waiting for the truck

My hope marks all of them
but handle with care

the empty room left neat,
the quiet, bittersweet

she holds her disposition under an elbow
2 pencils do their job,
one holds her hair, one behind her ear
a pen, betwixt teeth

she is reading and thinking
and filing and remembering
and testing and trying and
listening and loving and living

and packing
and leaving

"See you next month for dinner Mom!"

a moment

and I run out of the house in stocking feet with her ... pen

I see her 3 year old face, can almost hear....

"Don't forget this, do you have everything?"

"Yes, yes Mom, it's fine."

We stand there, loose piece of hair,
a habit, I tuck it behind her ear,
she leans in and hugs me goodbye
I do not cry,

not here.


  1. You write such lovely stories...sweet, this one is Jebbi. I love the nostalgia and the emotion it exudes. Anyone can relate to this and even picture the story you're telling. Nicely done.

  2. Thought I'd check out some of your old stuff and ended up on this favourite of mine... once again, it is so lovely... there is love in this one for sure. Who needs a piece of paper to say you can write when you write like this?

  3. You guys are awesome..thank you so much!