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Francie Camper ~

City snow blankets my little mother in her hospital
bed in her bedroom, no wonder she is confused,
pointing to things in the air, on the ceiling that only
she can see. She might be hailing a cab. She raises
her head to tell me, Four members of the Isenberg
family came to visit and one was Mima Ettel,
who is already buried in the plot and she doesn’t
seem to know this. A land of the living and a land
of the dead, why should she have to remember
the difference? We paid a thousand dollars to move
her grandfather’s monument to make room for her.
She will be beside her brother which she will love.
I do not care about the absurdity of this future tense.
I want to know that she will love the spot we have for
her. One night she tells me, Next time, bring the dog.


About the poet:

Francie Camper is a clinical social worker in Westchester County, NY. Her practice has long included families dealing with illness and bereavement. To deal with the intensity of many years of clinical practice, she began writing and studying poetry a dozen years ago at the Hudson Valley Writers' Center, where she has also served on the board. She continues writing and studying in an independent workshop and has published poems in Pulse and in the Vineyard Gazette. Many of her poems are composed while swimming, when possible in open water.

About the poem:

"This is one of a series of poems I wrote during the years when my mother was declining; she died in 2013, at ninety-one. She was a woman of great intelligence, accomplishment, energy, curiosity and humor. She was also demanding, manipulative, relentless and infuriating. It was not easy to be her daughter or to care for her in her declining years. Along with the support of great friends and family, I found strength in the power of poetry and narrative. It was so important to me to manage my mom with compassion, patience and humor, and to enable her to live out her life as she chose. Poetry guided and restored me throughout, and helped me to reach peace of mind once she was gone."

Poetry editors:

Johanna Shapiro and Judy Schaefer

Comments   

# Sarah Arnold 2018-12-10 22:56
Francis, I like this very much. I didn’t know you were a writer and a poet. Therapy and writing sort of go together. I’m trying to write a sequel to my memoir.
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# Francie 2018-12-11 07:41
Thanks so much, Sarah--salvatio n through poetry!
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# Chuck Joy 2018-12-10 11:09
Very nice although I’m still confused with the snow. I try to remember to bring poetry to vexing situations. Thanks for the encouragement.
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# Maggie Mahar 2018-12-08 01:40
"Next time, bring the dog" is the
perfect final line for this poem.
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# Francie 2018-12-08 15:48
Thanks so much! It was especially meaningful since I don’t have a dog!
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# Maggie Mahar 2018-12-10 23:40
That she didn't have dog makes sense.

She wasnt't talking about you, she was talking about herself.
Perhaps she had a dog, or always wanted to have a dog?

No matter.

At the end of our lives, we should be able to express our deepest desires.

You were a wonderful daughter because in the end, you let her do that.

That was all we can do for anyone who is dying.
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# I love this poem! 2018-12-07 21:21
This is a lovely piece. Thank you
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