“Kaleidoscope” by Leatha Kendrick

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Every morning it’s my father
in the mirror. White hair,
faint brown moles, surprised
eyes, blue and round, collide
with versions of my face that peer
from frames. In truth I’d rather
brush my teeth sightless
(grateful that I still have teeth
to brush!) than watch this self
whiten. But, hey, what else
is there at this point? Death,
a less attractive option, lightless,
earthen. And now FaceTime opens a kaleidoscope
— lost faces flash across the grandkids, mouthing hope.

-Leatha Kendrick

223 thoughts on ““Kaleidoscope” by Leatha Kendrick”

  4. Leatha Kendrick

    Thanks, guys. What fun it is to read a whole new batch of poems each day – and to find yourself in the midst of writing! I am still playing with the last two lines — fine-tuning.

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