Join The Dillydoun Review in celebrating National Poetry Month with
A Poem by Susan J. Wurtzburg
Objects associated with my mother: hair pins,
dish gloves, a pink flamingo.
The plush bird, a humorous birthday gift
from her crazy daughter.
Hawaii-visit detritus placed in orderly rows,
top drawer of the dresser.
Handles pulled, a glimpse inside, amusing
reminders of her presence.
Mixed with heart pulls, muscle memory
of farm days by her side.
Clasped hands and hugs with my mother,
across the ocean now.
The only bridge, a telephone cable runs
deep beneath the sea.
Down the line, breathe and laughter,
but longing for contact.
A touch of the hand, a walk, shared
laughter and observations.
Susan J. Wurtzburg is a retired academic, and lives in Hawai‘i. She writes and runs her editing business (Sandy Dog Books LLC), in between water sports, hiking, walking her dog, and socializing online, while she waits for the pandemic to diminish, allowing life to resume.