Poetry at Sangam



DAUGHTER by Jim Schley

When older herself
with hair streaked white
and sagging a little, below

will she say of me
“He was well known,” “He was well-to-do”
(not likely)

“He knew what he wanted…”?
“He was sometimes at loose ends”?
Or, if I’m lucky,

“He drove slowly enough
to miss swallowtails and frogs.”

“He read to me
            Little Women, Anna Karenina
            Mrs. Dalloway and Beloved.”
“He baked the family’s bread.”