The Prodigal Wife

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Cassie Premo Steele, Ph.D., has been twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize and has had experience in writing, teaching, and publishing in multiple genres: poetry, essay, memoir, literary criticism, and short story. She is the author of seven books, including two new ones: a novel, Shamrock and Lotus, and poetry, This is how honey runs. She works as a creativity coach in her Co-Creating practice, which teaches people how to use writing as a way of finding healing, balance and beauty in their lives. Please visit her website to learn more.

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I went to the garden to look for what I had lost.
The beauty berry, the red peppers, the moss --
all greeted me as I walked
through the green October -- blooming and dying --
garden.

               And there were children.
The voices of them, learning to speak,
returned me to the memory of my own breast milk
which I'd spilled, happily, here
in this garden.

                         That was a long time ago.
And here, in the autumn, I return, again and again,
to the smell of the rose,
craving something sweet in the midst
of all this seeding.

                              I sit, alone,
near the canna in bloom, and prepare to lie down
with my husband, his face like the rosemary
that scratches my fingers, his lips
like the hardy marigold that tickles my skin
as I kiss the green and the smell remains
on my hands long after I return from the garden,
long after the garden
                                      teaches me how to begin again.

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