As I walk home to our room at Lisette’s and see
The unmarred true blue of this sky
I think how my daughter would love
Seeing this, and the early evening sun
Slide warm on the plastered buildings
As I feel the hot shower
And move my washcloth down my belly
I think how my daughter would love
Feeling this, to stand, water coursing over her
Smoothly, not interrupted by
Metal framework hammered into pelvis
As I rinse the shampoo
Out of my hair
I think how my daughter would love
Sudsing up her auburn waves,
Except her hair isn’t auburn-
Watch the rusty water take the blood down the drain
Pencilonmybackporch 
For many of us, last year at this time was full of confusion and fear. I cannot imagine adding another layer to the chaos. Your words, artfully crafted as always, contrast the “unmarred true blue of this sky” with the “rusty water … down the drain.” The imagery is striking. My heart goes out to you and your family.
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Your writing is beautiful! My thoughts go out to your family.
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Sudsing up her auburn waves,
Except her hair isn’t auburn-
Watch the rusty water take the blood down the drain
Wow, this is excellent and powerful. You’ve got some real substance and your spare language speaks volumes. Hope she’s doing better with time! 🙂
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An amazing poem, it must have been a very harrowing difficult time and you have captured it so well in your lines. I hope she is fully recovered.
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You capture the sadness and absence of possibility in that moment so beautifully. We take these small moments for granted until we no longer can.
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You use contrasts so well to convey your harrowing experience. It never seems right when the sun is shining brightly on a day filled with apprehension and scary things. The red square at the end of your poem is very effective!
I’m glad you are writing about the accident and hope you keep at it – there is so much to say.
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Thank you , Barbara- I appreciate your comments so much.
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Fran,
I am catching up to day on posts I have missed. So glad you are writing and posting about your unexpected trip to Cuba this time last year. This poem captures so well the contrast between what you can and what your daughter can’t but also captures that feeling of doing out of love but not even sure what to do. So you wash up to be ready to help some more. And all in a foreign country while the world begins to deal with covid. The red box at the end is powerful.
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This is so powerful! I hope your daughter has recovered. I cannot begin to imagine what you must be going through when you wrote this.
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