Image by Byfleet 1917

I am the blue chrysanthemum that tastes
of rain to the tiny wren who perches
on nearby wires and hears the voice
of God through even the smallest flower.
My children are my link to infinity and grace
someplace in the universe where wings
are exposed to light each time they light
the candle’s flame and ignite the wick,
for they are free as incense in a basilica.

I poured their love into a chalice of holy
water, my daughters and sons who gave
me life, each face more beautiful than
any breadth of stars outside my room
where I lay my body down eclipsed
by the ever looming night. My mother
and father speak to me in dreams
and outline wild horses with fingers

over clouds. I hear their voices through
the bending of trees; they speak of virtue,
saints and lilacs tinged with lavender near
the summerhouse where they taught
me one prayer may save a life if forgiveness
takes you there. I hope I was a good wife
who listened to the peace inside
my husband’s heart and made his days
as windless as every April hour
with sunlight weeping through an open
door until I walk beyond this eternal trance
into myself, once more.

Carol Lynn Stevenson Grellas is a seven-time Pushcart nominee as well as a four-time Best of the Net nominee. She is the 2012 winner of the Red Ochre Press Chapbook contest with her manuscript Before I Go to Sleep. She has authored several chapbooks along with a full-length collection of poems: Hasty Notes in No Particular Order (Aldrich Press, 2013). Her work has appeared in a wide variety of online and print magazines including: The Yale Journal for Humanities in Medicine, Poets and Artists, War, Literature and the Arts, and many more. According to family lore she is a direct descendant of Robert Louis Stevenson. www.clgrellaspoetry.com


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