Poems & Essays

14 May


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My daughter
writes her name
on coffee tables
and living room walls

Egg-shaped a
follows a
fat looped g
as the wispy letters
of kindergarten
give way
to cursive script
fresh from
grade three writing class

Empty surfaces
draw forth her mark, as
small fingers
practice, practice

go unheeded and
I won’t blot out
her dogged signature, this
ball-point memento
tethers my heart
in its wavering circlets

Hopeful curlicue
brightly ascending



Joan MacIntosh lives in St. John’s, NL, Canada and writes poetry and prose. She has been previously published in TickleAce, Leafpress, and others.

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