6 months, 5 days, 1 hour by Monica Fuglei

Please remember:

soon you will be through this moment –

a half-year from now, you will

sit at your computer,

daughter on your lap.

 

She is too lanky to quite fit

like she used to fit,

when her head was just under your chin

her legs jutting out at the tops of your knees.

 

Without warning,

her head will be too high

for a chinrest,

her legs uncomfortably long

on your lap, her feet tapping

out time on your shins.

 

You will stare

at the back of her head

while you listen to a Hawaiian man

croon Somewhere over the Rainbow.

 

You will smell a mix

of perfumed shampoo and musky play,

her eyes focused in the distance,

head cocked to the side, listening.


You will remember

that the Hawaiian man is dead

and  this is an anniversary of sorts,

the half-birthday of a death

you’ve avoided

while tending the memory of the man.

 

And finally, you will cry

not for the man lying in cold Nebraska ground,

but for this body spun of your body,

this breath , this heartbeat

no longer seeking to match yours

but weaving itself into the universe

and away from you

from the moment of conception

to completion.


“This poem relates some of the experience I had, distracting my 5 year old daughter, shortly before the loss of my stepfather. I was writing to the future me - trying to help her understand the depth of loss she was feeling and yet also see how deeply it fits into the cycles of the world - that the daughter on her lap would one day be within that cycle as well. I wanted future me to understand how precious that moment was. I wrote that poem about fifteen years ago, revised it significantly, and still have never sent it out - as it never, really, feels as though it invites a reader into the experience. It is a simple and private moment, one perhaps more fit for a personal journal than a publication.”

Monica Fuglei currently teaches in the Department of Composition, Creative Writing and Journalism at Arapahoe Community College in Littleton, Colorado. A 2019 Pushcart Prize nominee, her work has recently appeared in Progenitor Magazine and Mason Street. When she’s not writing or teaching, she’s usually knitting or tweeting on #AcademicTwitter.

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