May 10, 2015 | Mom, The Work of Greater Minds
I was told that all the firsts would be hard. Today is my first Mother’s Day without my mom. Billy Collins, in his poem “The Lanyard,” has captured my own feelings better than I could myself. In it he tells how, as a child, he’d thought that...
Mar 8, 2015 | Grief, Gus Stevens, Mom, Quatrains, Songs for the Dead
How ill a son returns his mother’s love. A mother’s love is spendthrift, wasteful, strange– while his response, at best, is but an echo of that heart. —It will never be a fair exchange. Share...
Jan 22, 2015 | Grief, Mom, Quatrains, Rhymed Couplets, The Work of Greater Minds
It is a place where poets crowned may feel the heart’s decaying. It is a place where happy saints may weep amid their praying. Yet let the grief and humbleness, as low as silence, languish. Earth surely now may give her calm to whom she gave her anguish O poets,...
Oct 2, 2012 | Gus Stevens, Mom, Quatrains, Songs for the Dead
Blankets hide the holes punched through hollow doors and she covers the shelves with plastic dragonflies or ceramic angels bought cheap at dollar stores. Everyday some lone unguarded trinket dies, the victim of a clumsy hand or wagging tail. The epileptic dog will be...
