The Hard Work of Adapting to Losses

Written for:  November 2022 PAD Chapbook Challenge - Day 7

"Day 7 asks poets to adapt.  Write an adaptation poem."


Marion was with us,
from eight weeks to fifteen years.
She left us in April.
Dear family member–gone.

Marion was with us.
At three, she welcomed Murphy.
Dear family member–gone.
Month after Marion's demise, Murphy, too, was gone.

At three, she welcomed Murphy.
They looked out for one another.
Month after Marion's demise, Murphy, too, was gone.
My heart hurt like a deep wound.

They looked out for one another.
House hollowed of all sound.
My heart hurt like a deep wound.
Husband's dementia worsened.

House hollowed of all sound.
Little conversation ensued.
Husband's dementia worsened.
He sits in a facility; I sit alone.

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2022-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-7

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to The Hard Work of Adapting to Losses

  1. Helen says:

    I enjoy this form, Sara … the poem speaks of deep sadness / loss.

    Like

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