WILD TRAVELER
I rip the yellowed newsprint
From your German china bowl
And find mere shards, the fragments
Of a once unbroken whole.
I trace a fractured rose
Imposed on white and lavender
And see the pattern you chose
Is stamped “Wild Traveler.”
Intently searching for
A more revealing clue,
I rummage in a drawer
To find a print of you.
Your eyes and lips and nose
Are startlingly my father’s,
Your waistline—mine, but those
Likenesses are all it offers.
I am your last grandchild,
The one you never knew.
Were you fragile, sharp, and wild?
Am I at all like you?
Susan Spear holds an MFA in poetry with an emphasis in verse craft from Western State Colorado University. She teaches poetry and creative writing at Colorado Christian University in Lakewood, CO. Her poems have appeared in Academic Questions, The Lyric, Mezzo Cammin, Relief, Angle, The Rotary Dial and other journals, both print and on-line. She serves as the Managing Editor of Think, a journal of poetry, reviews, and criticism, housed at Western State.