POETRY
Still Here, Waiting
“Still Here, Waiting” read by Meg Freer.
Fifty years ago, she yelled at the old vagrant
in London, Put her down! when he hoisted up
my sister in the Finchley Road pharmacy.
Now she yells at God, Stop picking me up!
after every infection, every hospital stay.
She doesn’t want to remain on this earth.
She phones and says, I’m still here.
God doesn’t listen to me.
I have to keep living this awful life.
I wish she didn’t have so much pain
stacked on top of so many complaints
that seem to compound one another.
I wish she could remember
she used to believe that Earth sings
to us in spring green and sunshine,
that we are at heart Easter people,
people of hope and new life,
that ordinary living can be holy.
Meg Freer grew up in Montana and lives in Ontario. Her award-winning writing has been published in journals such as Ruminate, Sunlight Press, and Sequestrum. She has published four poetry chapbooks and is Poetry Co-Editor for Sunlight Press and a Contributing Editor for Traces Journal.
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