Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Kathryn Forrester Thro's poem "Somewhere"
How can one face in thousands
Speak to me of spring?
All my treasures
Hidden in the field come back to me again?
Blossoms of mimosa
Following us up the path at evening
To my father’s house,
Where my mother’s arms welcome me in at the door,
Leaves of every season rushing up to meet us
Swirl, dance, follow us up the path to the shining door.
My brother, coming in from baseball,
My father’s voice heard once again upon the stair.
The door shut safe behind us-
His presence in the house
How can the glimmer in a pair of gentle eyes
Remind me of my secret treasure,
Of all that was lost to me?
My father’s voice about the house.
Spiraling blossoms of mimosa
Their scent. Sweet girlhood lost, then gained again…
I confess, Yes I confess this sin:
Seeing something in your gentleness, a long lost treasure
Hidden on the stair
And wanting to be Spring again, somehow,