Endings - A Poem (From "Two of Cups: A NY Poet in Galway")

Everything ends
a breath,
a laugh,
tears

fears
if we are
lucky --

I brace
for ends

when they
will come
anyway.

By Mary E. Lohan

Election Day: The Surprise Victory of Donald J. Trump -- A Trump Presidency Poem

We have come on foot
from far away to be heard --
men, women, young, old
some with children and toddlers
          in tow,

to say our piece in peace,

Alas, the shadow government grows,
for years left unchecked,
and the media has warped
into a self-consumed defect,

Who are we?

Store owners, teachers,
miners of the Rust Belt,
priests and preachers,

people of faith,
of color,
children of the "wretched"
who came through Ellis,

deplorables
of varying age,
legal and some
once illegal,
we check off:
"Human Race"

Our vote is
our protest march,
and our voices
will be heard --

Our states can no longer sustain
the ills befallen us, 
the aims of self interests 
leaching this great nation,
The blights must be treated,
The enemies of this great Republic defeated,
And the burdens 
of this nation set free. 


By Mary E. Lohan

Photo: A Trump/Pence sign stands along Interstate 70 outside the shuttered Stanley Mines Company building in Idaho Springs, Colorado.

You at Two - A Poem (From "Four Folded Corners")

To my son, Dillon

Oh, your inventory of smiles --

your crinkley-eyed smile,

your curling ribbon smile,

your 'uh-oh' smile,

Your head sandwiched in the 'fridge

watching the light

go on 

and 

off.

By Mary E. Lohan