The Innisfree Poetry Journal www.innisfreepoetry.org by John Perrault
Dandelion Puffs
Only the angels
shaking out their wings, mother said, tilting her head, testing the breeze with a carrot red hang-up the wash finger. I remember her telling of Nana shuffling from room to room sprinkling holy water within seconds of a flash, watering down the first crash of thunder: Only the angels moving the furniture around
from one cloud to another— now bless yourselves children and back to sleep. I remember the angels coming to comfort her when Nana flew off to heaven— sheets flapping on the pulley line, white puffs lifting off the lawn. Copyright 2006-2012 by Cook Communication |