Two Poems by Barbara Eknoian

Too Late

Watching the end of the movie,
I think the actor played a touching role.
As the credits roll down the screen,
I’m enjoying the orchestra music
playing, which causes tears
to sneak out of my eyes.
The music triggers thoughts
of my son’s loss, and he too,
had a lot of disappointment in life.

It was just before he left us that we had
an honest conversation. He shared
for the first time that he believed
his school problems began when
we moved him across country twice
at eight and ten years old.

I’m left with regret realizing
that I was part of his problem.
My eyes spot the words, The End.
I nod knowing that now it is too late.

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A Visit

I wake up talking with my husband,
I look to my left, and his side
of the bed is empty.
I think he’s getting ready
to go to work
Then I realize it’s just a dream,
and has happened several times.

Listening to a podcast, a medium,
who hears from the dead explains,
that it is a sign from your loved one
he is still aware of you.
It’s a reassurance that he’s there.
My dreams disappear into
my night time world,
but I know I’ve been visited.

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Barbara Eknoian’s work has appeared in Pearl, Chiron Review, and Silver Birch Press’s anthologies. She was twice-nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Her latest poetry book is available at Amazon along with her novels. She is a veteran of Donna Hilbert’s poetry workshop.