Failure Too

 

Failure Too, a poem

Failure Too

 

Failure is more than shame’s

hot tar and feathers.

 

It’s cancer cells

destroyed daily

in the body’s

relentless furnace.

 

The unseen mugger

turning away

as a friend’s greeting

crosses the street, bright

streamers through the dark.

 

The beads of a broken necklace

rolling in his mother’s

dresser drawer, evidence

of that long gone afternoon

he scooped blue stones and dust

from the floorboards,

weeping till she soothed

with words softer

than her disappointment.

 

Finding them the week she died

he’s glad the necklace broke,

carries those stones

in his pocket to this day,

as ruins remind

us of splendor

in civilizations that spawned us.

 

Laura Grace Weldon

Originally published in Mom Egg Review.  Find more poems in my collection, Tending. 

9 thoughts on “Failure Too

  1. Beautiful Laura. I love the idea that near misses can be blessings and things we view as negative, and ask “why did this happen to me?” are often hints of grace, although they might not be revealed to us at the time. Thank you.

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  2. I have the blue beads of one of my Mother’s necklaces in a box. she was always going to restring them. maybe I will. I love the visuals evoked by your poetry and the way you think.

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