Thursday, July 30, 2020

The Bedtime Blues of Linda Haffey

photo © Mark Butkus 2009
A poem from Take Two: Another Anthology of English Writing from the Costalegre.

The quilt is as tattered
as our lives
that I have tried to piece together
you must believe that I have tried
to give you what I never knew
a home that shelters love
not these many endings
this trail of icy anger

pockmarked across your eight years

maybe there is no blame
for loves that do not work
the scabs of dreams, the failure
there is just another morning
I will be here when you wake
we will try again

P.S. I will be there
for you always
just look in your heart
and you will find me
my love, my only son


— Linda Haffey


A native of southern California, Linda Haffey now calls the bright lights of Las Vegas home. The Bar None Group is honored that Linda has shared her poetry with us...and now...with you! Awakening first appeared in Take Two: Another Anthology of English Writing from the Costalegre.



4 comments:

  1. This is the 3rd comment that I have written, but they seem to disappear,due to my ineptness with this technology! So, this time I will just say thank you so much for publishing this again, Mark, and thanks to anyone who reads it, especially those who might remember my wonderful Gean! With gratitude and hugs, Love, Linda ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜˜

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    1. It is a beautiful poem that needs to be shared...often. Thank you Linda for your compassion through poetry.

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  2. Thank you for such a lovely reply, Mark! I used to write poetry all the time. In fact, it was my Master's thesis. However, I can't seem to write much lately, especially since losing my son last November. However, I have managed finally to write two poems for him. My problem is the typing! The one all about him is very long,and the 2nd one is shorter, but all about my feelings. Maybe I can struggle to type those for Bar None soon! Thanks again! Love, Linda ๐Ÿ˜˜

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  3. Linda, I hope you do. Poetry can help us make sense of life. I find it cathartic to bathe in in its waters.

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