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.

Comments

Mendi Obadike 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.

MLO