Mother

I have been remiss in writing here because,
on a daily basis,
I have been going to the nursing home to tend to my mother,
Carmela, age 96, who,on Sunday evening,
blew her last breath to the stars.

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About Ciletti

Jim Ciletti, an award winning poet, filmmaker, and author, is the 2010-2012, Poet Laureate of the Pikes Peak region, and for 41 years, poet-in-residence for the Orme School Fine Arts Festival. Jim gives many workshops on the writing and performance of poetry, and makes poetry house calls to create personal poetry events. Ciletti loves everything Italian, including cooking for family and friends, and loves to plant garlic, make homemade wine, and eating peaches and plums. "Everyday is Christmas, but you don't always get everything you ask for. Sometimes more. Poetry celebrates life."
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One Response to Mother

  1. Helen Hudson says:

    This is so beyond lovely….that I have the sense that when my own time comes one day, I will actually imagine myself blowing my ‘last breath to the stars.’ This is not only exquisite writing, but you have left words here that others can hold in their hearts and hear in their ears long after you take your own last breath.

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