Poems & Essays

21 Nov

I’m Talking to Grandpa, she tells me

General/Column No Response

after taking a couple steps from the car,
the roadside weeds reaching for her,
she turns towards the open field.
Come on, I say, but
a recently harvested field
stretches to the horizon, dried
corn stalks rustle in the cooling air, and

I look up into the blue of my father’s eyes.
We’ve just laid him to rest outside the family town,
next to relatives, surrounded by the fields
he loved. The sound of my mother
telling him she wanted to lie next to him

replays in my ears as I watch
my child looking past a field,
her lips moving, but her soft voice snatched
out of reach by persistent wind.


Jamie Lynn Heller’s chapbook, Domesticated, Poetry from around the House, was published with Finishing Line Press. A Pushcart Prize nominee 2015 (Little Balkans Review) and Best of the Net nominee for 2016 (805 Lit + Art.), she has pieces published or accepted at Prairie Schooner, Tule Review, Noctua Review, Gargoyle, Earth’s Daughters, The Main Street Rag, and others. See jamielynnheller.blogspot.com for a complete list.

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