Life Cycle


I think I missed the moment

when you became the child

waiting for me to coo

lullabies that might ensure one good

night’s sleep.  I think I missed the


moment when I became the parent

waiting for you to learn

words that might explain one night-

mare that returns like uncelebrated

holidays.  I think I missed


the moment that we traded

places the way children

trade comic books and collectible

cards and stories about being

in trouble again.  I think I


missed something important

and genuine, like passing

through a town with one junk store

treasure worth a million

other moments I think.

Guitar Without Strings

by Larina Warnock

Table of Contents


E

The Listening

Even Grown Ups Have Heroes

Where the Truth Hides


B

Things My Father Gave Me

Remember


G

Solitaire is an Angry Game

Inmate Mail


D

Life Cycle

No Remission


A

This Poem Has No Ending

Elegy for a Bipolar Fisherman


E

Confession

Broken String

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