To Mamma on the Fourth of July
by Alice Feeley, RDC
Last night fireworks broke through the trees,
Red, green gold, white,
Then shot over the water
In front of our back porch. I wept
As the tallest scaled dark sky.
I was thinking of you,
Looking out our casement windows toward Prospect Park,
Hoping to see ab explosion of light
Against downtown Brooklyn night.
I was thinking of you
Center of our parties on the Fourth.
First to take a hotdog,
Wondering how I’d made gazpacho
When you didn’t know how.
Those parties haven’t happened since you died.
I’ve looked for you
In the holiday night sky
But didn’t find you until this morning, early,
When a full throated red robin
Perched, singing on the fence.
It looked ready to take on the world.
A new green butterfly seed
Was in its beak
And it held its head
Just the way you did
When you entered a room.