Comfort in Conversation

Once again, I have the pleasure of posting a poem by Donal Mahoney.  Always well-written, finely tuned, and meaningful, Donal's poems have a way of making me feel strengthened, both physically and spiritually.

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Hospice

by Donal Mahoney

 

Listen, Dad,

Mom's dead, but

you can dance

with her again.

She's waiting

in the sky, behind

a star, humming

to the music.

You and Mom

can waltz around

the moon forever.

She may even sing

that song you like.

I'll comb your hair,

shine your shoes

and press your old tuxedo.

There's no rush.

You know Mom.

She'd never dance

with anyone but you.

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Poem copyright Donal Mahoney, all rights reserved.

See Donal's other posts: 
Power and the Moment
Life was Good When ...

 

Before computers were invented, Donal Mahoney worked as an editor for the The Chicago Sun-Times. During that era and since then, he has had poems published in The Wisconsin Review, The Kansas Quarterly, The South Carolina Review, The Beloit Poetry Journal, Commonweal Magazine, Catapult to Mars (Scotland), Public Republic (Bulgaria), Revival (Ireland), The Istanbul Literary Review (Turkey), The Camel Saloon, Dead Snakes and other publications. Revising poems on a computer, he says, beats the hell out of revising them on a typewriter.  You can read more of Donal's poetry here.