this poem came from a prompt in a class
with Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer:
Write the history of your life as if it’s a film,
and you are watching it in reverse.
life backwards
she’s old
seventy-eight,
a long, long history
yet life is opening
thrown wide by poems
at sixty-six
she left the northwest
returned to California
where she had raised
her lame son
oh, the heartbreak
but at forty-two
met her love
they married, still are—
happy after
three failed marriages
where she learned
what she needed
at great cost
to her heart:
kindness
support
non-judgment
unconditional love
at twenty-five
discovered her path
after the hard lessons
of atheist parents
who squashed her
when she was four
betrayed by a grownup
she thought was a friend
draining trust
a break in belonging
yet she found her way
a late bloomer, thriving—
transformed pain
into remedy
mended the bowl of herself
with rivulets of gold
living kintsugi
2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.