2022

The turn of the old year into the new is always fraught with emotion and expectation. The weekly poetry prompt at Living Poetry was “celebration”. Here is my submission.

Auld Lang Sine

The missives arrive by snail mail
homage to parental relationships
long separated by distance and now death
They used to sound like bragging

When children were young, every achievement was extraordinary
But in the subtext of their young adults’ passage to maturity
There is celebration for launching even struggling adults into the world
They now sound like collective exhalation