Smoothing it down – a poem


I thought of writing the Dremel Tool people,
another use for their fine little power tool,
the evening I used the grinding wheel attachment
to smooth down the hand grips of the wheels
of my mother’s wheel chair.
Dings and bumps from door frames
and the metal edges of her bed frame.

She sat in the chair.
We watched the sparks fly.
I tested it by running my hand
along the grips. Finding the rough spots.

She let me work around the whole circle
of the grip, then she tested it.

“It’s still rough here.”
I let my fingers follow hers.
The paper-like skin,
the flesh receded,
knuckles, tendons, bones.

(an old poem of mine that I decided to post here, it is also part of my April 2007 issue of bluetyger magazine, which can be found at http://www.bluetyger.ca

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Author: William J. Gibson

62 year old - writer/photographer Canadian, survived open heart surgery, received kidney transplant, sometimes dour, sometimes amusing, over six feet in height, severely follicle challemged

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