In Memory of Family Ties

In Memory of Family Ties

A Poem by Pen The Willows

A sort of "found" poem.


I remember that I sat

all morning in the waiting room

with Mama.

I remember the late afternoon

light shining through

as I placed my wrists to

the cold-as-heaven window pane.


I remember thinking I was

just like my dear Mama as

she and I sat,

facing it alone,

waiting for any news at all.

I remember thinking I would

grow up to be strong like her.


I have mixed feelings about

the young girl

who loved a man

she called Daddy.

She was angry when

she was four and

she was on her way to nowhere.



I am not her. I do not remember him.

I have had to learn that

he was a big man.

I have had to learn

he named me Jane

because he believed I was

his gracious gift from God.


I have had to learn

what he called me with affection.

He called me Cinderella.

How I got that name,

I cannot say.

Who made thee,

daughter of long ago?


Five years have passed between

that December 21st

when we left,

and this, my last visit

to his grave.

There is nothing left here

for me, not really.


Farwell, Fern Hill.

It was a crazy idea.


© 2015 Pen The Willows

Author's Note

Pen The Willows
Inspired by pages 422-425 of 250 Poems: A Portable Anthology (3rd ed.) by Peter Schakel and Jack Ridl

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Added on December 1, 2015
Last Updated on December 1, 2015


Pen The Willows
Pen The Willows


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