by Holly Day
The next time I see my mother, it will be because I’m dying

close to death, she will stand at the side of my bed

put her cool hands on my burning forehead

bring me soup.

She will look just like she did

when I drew that last picture of her when I was a child

how I tried to draw her with my imperfect hands:

too beautiful and too young to be so sick.

* A cyhyraeth (say-HI-reth) is a death specter, sort of like the Welsh
version of the more commonly-known banshee. In most folktales, it’s
only heard and not seen, a moaning harbinger of impending doom.
— H.D.

Holly Day has taught writing classes at the Loft Literary Center in
Minnesota since 2000. Her published books include Music Theory for
Dummies, Music Composition for Dummies, Guitar All-in-One for
Dummies, Piano All-in-One for Dummies, Insider’s Guide to the Twin
Walking Twin Cities, Nordeast Minneapolis: A History, and
The Book Of. Her poetry has recently appeared in New Ohio Review,
SLAB, and Gargoyle. Her newest poetry book, Ugly Girl, just came
out from Shoe Music Press.