DEAR FRANCES By Frances H. Kakugawa


The poets, in droves
Lick their pens, salivating
Over metaphors, turning
Death into life. It must be
National Poetry Month.

— Frances Kakugawa


26 letters of the alphabet —
Infinite combinations of words, sentences, paragraphs.
Yet feelings, emotions defy such combinations.

After one exposure
My 3-year-old grandson
Learns and remembers animals, objects, concepts.
My 74-year-old husband can’t remember his phone number.

My frozen anger, ready resentment,
Residue of guilt and remorse
Which letters speak my truth?

My freedom is waning,
My responsibilities waxing.
I need more letters.

— Sally Peters
Sacramento, Calif.

Thank you, Sally, for sharing your poem.

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