Weekend Visitation, A Collection
Ellen Fowler

Weekend Visitation

Irish jock,
fireman's son
does no wrong in his
daughter's blue eyes

Mom's new addiction
a wicked masquerade in her
daughter's black eyes

Silently folding Saturday and Sunday
Ten year old stomach
knotted and tied to fear

Shrouded in a moody, manic morning
Crying and cursing caroling
Waiting for her knight until dark
Searching for the '67 Falcon...

Ripped heart frozen with maternal ice
Tears blurring another escape

My Second Wind

Underneath this cheerful breeze
Worry nests in comfort.
Time blurs my hopes,
Courage remains defeated.
An orchestra of sadness harmonizes
my fears.

Quietly I embrace my lost purpose
and breathe deeply.
Waves of warmth guide and remind me
of fiery spirit.
Turning seasons of kisses and promises
replenish.
Unabashed, I face uncertainty through
chiseled light.

Copyright © 1999 Ellen Fowler
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