Christmas Morning
Mother, I’ve hung a wreath of yellowed flowers from your August bed. Off to your right, yes, just beyond your left ear, more of those berries, red like cardinals. The kids are fine but left me alone to my memories this morning. The spruce above stands wet, snowy, and silent-- her nest empty. Todd Sukany Todd Sukany <editor@upstarespress.com> is an instructor of English at Southwest Baptist University. He has published poems in Ancient Paths, Cantos, Cave Region Review, Grist, Intégrité, and The Bleeding Typewriter. Sukany received a Pushcart nomination. A native of Michigan, he has lived in Missouri for thirty-plus years. He holds degrees from Southwest Baptist University and Southeast Missouri State University.
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7/4/2017 04:18:07 pm
In so few words, Sukany captures the stark scene and the poignant unseen story. Beautifully done.
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