Sunday, October 19, 2014

Donal Mahoney- A Poem

Seeing through the Fog

In the Shady Lane Nursing Home
Aunt Bea crochets and tells her niece 
sitting and listening this Sunday afternoon 

that the young ones pushing wheel chairs
changing sheets and bringing trays
must learn to knock because 

they’re unaware he’s behind that door 
under the big clock in the day room 
where the old ones sit for hours 

watching television, praying,
writing letters, weeping,
asking to go home. 

He's always there, she says, 
and he has the answers but
the young ones have to knock 

ask him what he wants 
because he’s a question 
not just an answer.

Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, Missouri.

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