Lynne Crandall Poems

The streaming droplets of water
Are a reflection of my soul,
Carving canyons of sorrow as
They drip down the window.
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I stare out the window at the gathering stormclouds,
My pencil posed above the blank paper
I can feel inspiration swirling around me
From the majestic rumble of thunder
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As I stare into you blind, cataract covered eyes,
And gently pat your head,
I remember.
I remember all those years ago
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I recall the last time you were here, I tried to make
Those cupcakes but for some reason they wouldn’t bake.
So I left them in the oven for an hour or two
But then they started to burn, boy did they smell, phew!
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As my futile attempt to write a poem comes to a close,
I wonder what the point is
What is the point of all the wasted hours,
all the heartache,
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You thought you were so clever
When you snatched the answer sheet
From under the teacher's nose,
And sauntered back to your friends
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Another birthday has come and gone
And now there are 94 years of wisdom
Instead of 93.
If only someone could appreciate
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Coughing, coughing
Sneezing, sniffing
Throat is burning
Head is pounding
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The woman behind the counter is ready for a break.
A break from serving seaweed salads
and a break from her life.
Her mother, who runs the family business,
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Every life has several layovers
Before reaching that final destination of death.
That destination which looms over our shoulders
And haunts us like some imagined shadow of a forgotten dream.
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