A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & Owner
Ray Rasmussen, General Editor

Volume 13, Number 3, September 2019

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Amelia Fielden
Canberra, ACT, Australia

All Right Now?

When I visit my ninety-six year old stepmother for the last time, we do not talk about death. As I stoop to kiss her goodbye, she suddenly says, "What is love? Your father and I didn't have a smoldering passion, but we were always happy to be together."

bird-song morning
feels so far away—
anxieties and stiff legs
I embrace my pillow

walking the dog
between foggy sky
and damp paths . . .
even the magpies
have muted their voices

here comes the sun*
but it's not all right now—
eyes clouded
at the funeral
I try to keep on singing

Author's Notes:

"Here Comes the Sun" (song by George Harrison)

The first three lines are: Here comes the sun/Here comes the sun, and I say/It's all right