Tuesday, May 24, 2005

For Mama Agnes

on her transition

see how the flower stretches
to its fullest. drinking all the light

then each petal falls away
in the dewy night. leaving

there a pod of seeds
a pocket full of hope.

1 comment:

Mendi O. said...

Christina, I'm so behind on your blog, but just wanted to peep in to say that I love the way this poem makes me have to stretch to see the relation between the flower and mama.