Monday, 10 October 2016

A poem by Linda Leedy Schneider

I Can’t Forget


    the lilac bushes or the secret space
in the center of their circle,
sheltered from the sun.

I can’t forget   
    the sound of bees gathering nectar
from lavender trumpets,
or jazz drifting from an open window.

I can’t forget
    the lingering taste of buckwheat pancakes
and syrup from the sap of our maple tree.

I can’t forget
    the feel of my first grade books
or the joy of reading them over and over.

I can’t forget
    my hideaway protected by heart-shaped leaves,
or the boy, visitor next door, who intruded.

I can’t forget
    the music, the scent of lilacs,
my books, his hands,

or his grandmother who said I lied.



Previously published in Peninsula Poets







Linda Leedy Schneider, poetry and writing mentor and psychotherapist in private practice, was awarded the 2012 Contemporary American Poetry Prize by Chicago Poetry. She has written six collections of poetry including Some Days: Poetry of a Psychotherapist (Plain View Press) and has edited two collections of poetry written by poets whom she has mentored: Mentor’s Bouquet (Finishing Line Press) and Poems From 84th Street (Pudding House Publications 2010).

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