Poetry

“Clock Hands”

| Laura Lee Bonde

week one
I danced with the devil
week two
I started the business
week three
I shipped off some orders
week four
I’m off and running

all without leaving His Hands

how could the same month fly by
where every minute seemed to stand still

“Under Pressure”

| Laura Lee Bonde

I’m not sure what I’m going through
I look back at who I was
and see strength

I look at me now
silence
weight
sadness
every day
brings a chance to cry

what happened
did love stop coming
or did I stop receiving

“My Father’s Time”

| Laura Lee Bonde

my dad
trying to remember
without forgetting

I remember his chuckle
and the way his eyes smiled

I remember his stride
and trying to keep up

I remember him taking us
to play tennis

I remember him
having lunch ready

I was his back scratcher
his daughter

I don’t remember
any kisses or hugs

but sometimes
love looks different

I remember his laugh
and the way he smelled

I remember his eyes
and the way he looked at me

I remember his love
and miss him

there was a time
when I forgot on purpose
but now I remember intentionally