Beauty
A poem by John McDermott
A few months before
my older son took his life
he called home and told his mom
I saw beauty
and know what you and Dad
have been talking about.
I was up so late last night
that I looked out from my balcony
and saw the sun come up.
It was so beautiful that
I just wanted to tell you.
I love you, Mom.
Spring 2008 Poetry:
WHAT'S YOUR POETRY by Doris Arnett Gary
FEATURED POET Joop Bersee
EDITOR'S CHOICE Ashok Niyogi
GUILIN NOODLES by CJ Hallman
FREDDY'S FATHER by Gil Fagiani
WOMEN AT THE DINER by Gina Larkin
WOMAN OF OLIVES by Emma Lorelei Brennan
GHOST by Arlene Tribbia
TO MY AUNT WHO WAS RECENTLY FOUND DEAD IN A MOTEL
ROOM by JoHannah Ash
RED BANK'S CARLTON THEATRE by Gloria Rovder
Healy
READING by Em McAvan
AMEN by Devin T.N. Tanchum
CHRISTMAS COLD by John Bowden
INSIDE by Laine Sutton Johnson
BEAUTY by John McDermott
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