This poem is taken from Stand 248, 23(4) December 2025 - February 2026.

Lynne Hjelmgaard Something Within Me
When visiting your son’s house after a long absence
you quickly disappear into your loved one’s faces.

A threshold is crossed, everything’s changed.
A grandchild’s bedroom wall is painted black,

notebooks are carelessly piled onto an unmade bed.
...
Searching, please wait... animated waiting image