EACH SEASON HAS ITS WORK
alters her memory.
She recalls where the coffee mugs
are located; forgets I am not the parent.
Worried by strangeness,
lured by luminous
I awake to spend moonlit
nights with Ma and Pa
in the Little House in the Big Woods.
Reading about proving soap,
butchering hogs, tapping maple trees,
schooling myself in the art
of caring for a family.
Author’s Comment: My parents instilled in me a great love of reading – this poem is an affirmation of the comfort and solace that can be found in a book.
Bio: Kelly DeMaegd is a Pushcart-nominated poet living in Sherrills Ford, NC. She has been published in Wild Goose Poetry Review, Vox Poetica, Your Daily Poem and Bloodshot. She is a regular contributor to Art of Poetry at the Hickory Museum of Art and a contributor to Winston-Salem’s Poetry In Plain Sight.