Invited To Inquire More Precisely

“A new manner of fashion I’d found,
And the world seemed to smile all around”~from Alice Blue Gown by Joseph McCarthy.

An overflowing nose at nap time prompts
a tall pile of pillows. We lean.

I need to cry for Mama, but his throat
is just too sore. And so I sing.

Tuning in to simmering feelings.
Tell me if I get it wrong, I say.

He’s quick to instruct, she is MY
mama, so I shift the point of view.

I sing a minor key of feeling sick
and sad and needing Mama who’s so far

away.  Hitting the sadness button
his face screws up, grief erupts.

I justify making him cry now
unstuck, releasing, being heard.

Giving silence and a hug. His sobs
fierce and quick until a winsome smile,

brave and quivering, he nestles closer, says,
Now sing my song again. Sleepily

as I present leftovers: the tight jaw
and throbbing temples until we breathe

in dreams, and all the germs come into
the light, the room, the planet in song.

Inspired by: Justify, Leftovers, Manner, Winsome and a three-year-old grandson with a head cold. (And Alice Blue Gown charted #1 in 1920.  My mother sang a different version à la Judy Garland “and in manner of fashion, I’d frown, and the world seemed to smile all around.” I like the original much better!)

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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