Hurry
by Marie Howe
We stop at the dry cleaners and the grocery store
and the gas station and the green market and
Hurry up honey, I say, hurry,
as she runs along two or three steps behind me
her blue jacket unzipped and her socks rolled down.
Where do I want her to hurry to? To her grave?
To mine? Where one day she might stand all grown?
Today, when all the errands are finally done, I say to her,
Honey I’m sorry I keep saying Hurry—
you walk ahead of me. You be the mother.
And, Hurry up, she says, over her shoulder, looking
back at me, laughing. Hurry up now darling, she says,
hurry, hurry, taking the house keys from my hands.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Paradise Lost: Book 06 poem – John Milton poems
- Омар Хайям – Благородство страданием, друг, рождено
- Ambrose Bierce – Ambrose Bierce Poems | Poems and Poetry
- Syrinx poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- An Appearance by Sylvia Plath
- Turn, O Libertad. by Walt Whitman
- I am content here by Raj Arumugam
- Apple-Blossoms by Will McKendree Carleton
- The Blacksmith by Olga Dytyniak
- Владимир Вишневский – В Мисхоре
- Song Of Jasoda
- The Vaudois by William Wordsworth
- And the days are not full enough poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Eclogue VIII by Virgil
- a maiden’s broken heart by Raj Arumugam
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