Where Earthworms Wait


I could no longer read in those days of the impossible

as the disease leaked through his body like a sieve. The

journeys south to Seattle, the trips north across the border

to British Columbia for some non-FDA approved harsh

treatment.  I drove through rain and sunbreaks, sat in

crowded waiting rooms,  knitting or picking cat hair off my

clothing.  There is no hope but he pretended.  Today I plant

forget-me-nots on his grave.  This endless earth cycle

where earthworms wait.


Spring equinox holds

a cupful of daffodil sunshine.

I plant forget-me-nots

on his grave.

All roads lead deep

beneath soil and grass

where earthworms wait.

C.J. Prince




About cjprinceauthor

I write. I read. I write and read...I listen to raindrops on begonias, talk to ravens, dance with dragons. I practice Tai Chi in a barn, I sleep with earth stones and tarot cards. I celebrate each day. Join me!
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