Growing Up (An Elegy)

I have chosen to experiment with Elegy and Cinquain in July.

I hope you will wish me well.

This is my first attempt at elegy,  a poem in honor of my daughter, Katherine.

She trades what “we always do”
For time with her friend, Peggy Sue
When will the jet steam bleeding stop?
I squeeze thick redness from the mop
Which follows my heart from place to place
I sit before her bedroom sanctuary space
My baby? She’s no longer here
I smile, trace the happy-sad tear.