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


The Listening

Even Grown Ups Have Heroes

Where the Truth Hides


Things My Father Gave Me



Solitaire is an Angry Game

Inmate Mail


Life Cycle

No Remission


This Poem Has No Ending

Elegy for a Bipolar Fisherman



Broken String

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