Lessons hard learned
hardly for naught
wading evens the score.

Release, better still
another day
to swim upstream.

Where to, the salmon paddles?
scenery to inhale
gallant thoughts exhaled.

Casting arc, the fly line
surrender another, a fingerling
silent conversation, fish and me.


Brother, never far.
Nearer still, though he be gone.
His fly-fishing gift.

Double surgeon’s knot
twists our families together
pieced in a quilt top.

Husband, always near.
Closer still, though he is far.
Our quilted, pierced hearts.

Memoir Poetry

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