I stop writing the poem

18 March 2011

to fold the clothes. No matter who lives
or who dies, I’m still a woman.
I’ll always have plenty to do.
I bring the arms of his shirt
together. Nothing can stop
our tenderness. I’ll get back
to the poem. I’ll get back to being
a woman. But for now
there’s a shirt, a giant shirt
in my hands, and somewhere a small girl
standing next to her mother
watching to see how it’s done.

— Tess Gallagher

Image by Beaux Arts Photographie via Style Me Pretty. Read up on other Friday poems here.

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March 18, 2011 4:18 pm

Love this one!

March 20, 2011 11:07 pm

I second Amber!