Nursery Woes

The flow blurs
reminders
of the oleanders.

Can’t I be
happily
lost in tranquility?

My heart shows
undertows
to drown rising sorrows.

Now I see
unfortunately
your life’s fragility.

Can’t I flee
finally
to my serenity?

My small dead
underfed
bloom from the flowerbed.

Jamie Morris
July 19, 2008

I wrote this poem the night I heard about a loved one losing her teenage son.

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