Givingthanks
- By Lily Eastman
- Published 06/16/2008
Lily Eastman
Lily was born in the back of a station wagon to traveling circus performers. They left her at a rest stop in Polk County when her fear of tigers made her a nuisance. A nice family adopted and tried to make her feel welcome, but sometimes, late at night, when the bullfrogs called, she wondered if she might be different. Not really, she sleeps like a rock, so she never heard the bullfrogs. She now plots world domination. And takes naps.
We are all awake now
our eyes open in the dark
crying
on pillows wet with last night's pain.
the last night
Today we watched out mother die.
and then we ate lunch.
bonds of brown hair and matching bodies--
we
are the same in loev, and this love carries us
holds us
through what we now must face.
life continues, we continue, the nights will follow days
except at moments
like now
when we miss her so much it hurts.
our eyes open in the dark
crying
on pillows wet with last night's pain.
the last night
Today we watched out mother die.
and then we ate lunch.
bonds of brown hair and matching bodies--
we
holds us
through what we now must face.
life continues, we continue, the nights will follow days
except at moments
like now
when we miss her so much it hurts.
