Poetry

Sunday Afternoon Goodbye by Anne Britting Oleson

These half-formed thoughts trespass

on this moment in the cedar shade:

my daughter has determined to spend

her long summer among strangers,

yet a mother knows the world

is not kind and will not change.

When we look to each other

our eyes slide off sideways;

our words, hopeless dying things,

stringing out on the humid air,

not quite meeting either.


To leave now, to drive away

up the dirt camp road,

seeing her narrow back in the rearview,

is an impossibility which happens anyway.

I would will her my courage,

but she has no need of it

and I have none besides.


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One thought on “Sunday Afternoon Goodbye by Anne Britting Oleson

  1. What a lovely piece! How poignant–all painted with image–the eyes-not-meeting glance, the back in the rearview mirror.

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