Mom Died Somewhere Between the Window Blinds

Mom died
Somewhere between the window blinds–
The sun took her home
In just a mere blink of the eye

She’s in a grave now, not far
from where she was born
A solitary place, in peace
What she wished her world to be

Morning sun is so important
Not just to hungry house plants
Leaning desperately in its direction
It awakens us all from our sleep
The darkness surrounding our light

Mom died
Somewhere between the window blinds
A place eventually light finds us all
Leaning in its direction
Hopefully to go home in peace

—–

Note: What do any of us know about death until our time comes? Maybe even then we know nothing about it. For all we know, death could be no more or less complex than light passing through the window blinds.

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About Don Iannone

Don Iannone is a poet, writer, teacher and photographer who lives in the Greater Cleveland area. He has worked in the economic development field for over 35 years. Don is the author of three poetry books and five photography books. He is working on a short book of photographs and poems about human trafficking. This work was exhibited at six venues in Ohio. Don holds an M.A. degree in Art and Consciousness Studies from the University of Philosophical Research in Los Angeles, where he teaches writing. His educational background also includes studies in Anthropology, Photography, Organizational Behavior, and Economic Development. Don’s website: http://www.donaldiannone.com Wisdom Work Press: https://wisdomworkpress.wordpress.com

5 thoughts on “Mom Died Somewhere Between the Window Blinds

  1. I know nothing about it, but , as you say, “death could be no more or less complex than light passing through the window blinds,” and that sounds pretty darn reasonable.

    A fine poem, Don. Thanks!

  2. Love the chipmunk and the flowers too, by the way;
    Much better than butts in an old ashtray….
    They’re pretty and cute,
    And artistic to boot….
    Not to mention
    They’re fuzzy and gay.

  3. is this poem about your friend?

    your poems are like so many good stories.
    you are a wise man with a young heart.
    🙂

  4. So true Don.we dont know anything about death.All I know is when it is our time to leave this earth it comes, and no one can stop it.

  5. Hey!
    i just found this blog, and i am already in love with it!… great work.

    i like to read a poem a day.

    i was wondering if you could write a few posts on the new poets whose works are available. I find it hard to pick a living poet’s work to read. if you could may be present some that you yourself might have read recently… that would be great.

    Cheers,

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