Weeds And Blooms Poem by Donal Mahoney
Weeds And Blooms
Rating: ★2.5
Alice, a mother and housewife,
watches her husband, the doctor,
out in the garden on weekends
weeding with a speed and ferocity
she can't muster, her energy spent
taking care of the kids.
They never discuss his work
at the clinic where he digs
bulbs out of wombs, snuffing
any chance for blooms.
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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4/23/2024 7:19:52 AM # 1.0.0.1119
any chance for blooms, good writing, thanks,