she survives and smiles
no the hail has not struck there
that danced and crashed our party
and the sun has reappeared
chased cumulus to blue sky
the garden to green climbing fruit
beans carrying red flowers up high
beyond the trellis we’ve set out
my mother smiles in a secret way
and we carry down cages
to put among the cucumbers
that also want to climb and be supported
in the light as I want to surface into calm
and delight on my mother’s smile
In memoriam Isabel Moore Yeo, January 3,
1922, to September 6, 2019.
—Judy Gaudet. Conversation with Crows (Oberon Press) and 150+: Canada’s History in Poetry (Acorn Press, 2018) are Judy’s two most recent collections.
Deirdre Kessler selects a poem a month by an Island poet for The Buzz.