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
- The Song Of Wandering Aengus by William Butler Yeats
- Multi-Miners & Co. Present Ned Kelly by Graham Rowlands
- Иван Коневской – Воскресение
- Start Growing by Rixa White
- Robert Burns: The Gard’ner Wi’ His Paidle:
- Female Author by Sylvia Plath
- Identity of Images by Robert Desnos
- Николай Заболоцкий – Меркнут знаки зодиака
- To a woman, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s sonnet: A une femme by T. Wignesan.
- The Dream by W H Auden
- Madonna poem – Alfred Austin
- My Friends by W. S. Merwin
- Владимир Степанов – Мышь и кошка
- Ольга Седакова – Ветер прощанья
- The Pleasure of Princes
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