Friday Original Poem : Guest Poet, Kathy Cannon Wiechman

Kathy Cannon Wiechman

 Juliet and I met Kathy at a Highlights Foundation workshop. Kathy is one of those writers that I wish I could be. She is dedicated, prolific and gives the best hugs. A couple years ago when I switched gears and started to focus on poetry, Kathy mentioned that her mother was a published poet. Kathy also told me that poetry wasn't for her. But this week she posted on Swagger Writers about how she had made a break through into free verse. Of course I asked to see the poem.

I am so honored and please to host her poem. Thank you, Kathy, for being brave and writing beautiful poetry.

THE BUTTERFLY

By Kathy Cannon Wiechman

The tiny butterfly,

Whose wings flap a rhythm

On the sonogram monitor,

Etches a memory

Of a heartbeat, a life.

Gender and name still unanswered

Among a lifetime of questions.

The mother’s eyes shine

With the blossoming promise,

As delicate stirrings

In the swell of her middle

Herald a future of love.

Baby boy Anthony James

Has his name etched in stone

In the Garden of Angels,

The butterfly’s wings cold and still.

His mother’s eyes swell with tears

As she places delicate blossoms,

That will wilt in the sunshine,

Wilt like the promise.

Arms aching to hold him

Fold across her empty middle,

While the air is stirred only

By her unanswered “Why?”