Poems & Essays

18 Apr

First Grade

General/Column 8 Responses

Nudged awake,
in the still-dark morning,
by the sound of her shower’s rainfall—

I’d drag my aqua comforter to the toast-colored carpet
outside Mom’s bathroom. I’d drop the heap
and loll in the folds,
watching mist rise
from the slit of light beneath the door.

Before the tap of words was opened,
I’d ease into the school day,
inhaling her drugstore citrus,
and listening to the downpour
break on her first.

 

Bethany Rohde enjoys writing rough drafts on crisp, college-ruled paper, outdoors by her lavender hedge. Some of her final drafts have found a home at Tweetspeak Poetry’s Every Day Poems, MakesYouMom, and AllNineMuses.

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  1. Donna Falcone

    April 18, 2016 at 5:11 pm

    This is so beautiful – so gentle and sensory and sleepy and sweet. If I listen closely, I can hear the water running.

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    • Bethany R.

      April 18, 2016 at 7:37 pm

      Thank you for reading closely and leaving your kind response here, Donna.

      Reply
  2. Leslie Wibberley

    April 18, 2016 at 5:41 pm

    This was so lovely, it perfectly captured that little girl’s connection to her mother. My daughter is 23; her room backs against my bathroom, and she still loves to fall asleep to the sound of my shower. She tells me it makes her feel safe to know that I am right there beside her.

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    • Bethany Rohde

      April 18, 2016 at 5:57 pm

      Leslie, thank you for reading this and commenting. How lovely that your daughter still loves to have that comforting connection to you.

      Reply
  3. Susan Walker

    April 18, 2016 at 6:08 pm

    Beautiful poem, beautiful memory. It warms my heart. Thank you
    , Bethany, for sharing this part of you.

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    • Bethany R.

      April 18, 2016 at 7:38 pm

      Thanks for taking time to read this and leave your thoughts here, Susan.

      Reply
  4. Lisa Taylor Phillips

    April 19, 2016 at 4:18 pm

    Oh my, dear friend. Your words are like a comforter, softness wrapped about me. Thank you for sharing your gift.

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    • Bethany R.

      April 20, 2016 at 1:40 am

      Thank you for the encouraging words, Lisa. I deeply appreciate them.

      Reply

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