Poetry by Emalisa Rose
BONDING BY BRAIDS Braiding your hair, thinking back to those days when my mom braided mine, as she spoke of her mom, braiding hers. You had your first child last week. I hope that my fingers, somewhat arthritic, can revive and make braids for my grandson. BIRDFUL OF BRANCHES A mural of cards, gifts and photos, paper the walls, in the room where she respites, for the past several months. Once barren trees, now bloom back with berries, as she’s looking ahead, to the days life had promised her. Leaves on, or leaves off, five sparrows sing to the sycamore, as rain plays redemption, where Jane once lived life, by the window. WHAT SHE WENT BACK FOR Knowing the storm was forth coming, seeking the lowlands Jane does a run back to collect those few things she holds dear - her best reading glasses, her pouty pink lipstick, the poems she’d be working on and the half pack of Parliaments she’d been hiding, knowing this won’t be the time, to divest of bad habits.
When not writing poetry, Emalisa Rose enjoys crafting and birding. She volunteers in animal rescue. Her latest collection is On the whims of the crosscurrents, published by Red Wolf Editions..
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