The Tookany Review   Vol. III Summer 2007   
  

In this issue
 

Linda Barrett

E Twan Crawford

Ruth Deming

Jan Goldman

Gail B. Hicks

Jennifer Hubbard

Nehru Nelson

Edited by Deborah Fries

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Ruth Deming

two poems
 

       The Boy on the Hill

           In the hovering twilight
           they called his name
           I was there,

           he inched his wheelchair
           across the wooden stage
           I built,

           a boy in a suit.
           Tucked the diploma
           in his claw-trap hand
           and it was done
           all those years.

           I was there
           when they strapped him for good
           to his wheelchair home
           schoolchildren gathering round
           and I in my light summer shirt
           my name zigzagged
           across the pocket
           shooed them away
           and wheeled him up the ramp I built
           the drag of weight
           the unaccustomed pull of thigh
           and feigning gaiety, I crowed
           How’s the ride pardner?
           as if he were my own son Koren
           on the backyard swings.
           His babycheeks grinned.

           When I wasn’t mopping
           or fixing or shining
           you could find me
           in the basement
           wasn’t many knew
           as much about this place
           as I or about folks.

           When his body grew heavy as a man’s
           legs like dead fish
           I watched the brand-new van pull up
           a somber burgundy with stripes
           that brought the school kids out
           to witness his solemn electric ascent
           eyes growing old
           body soft as a plum

           He had
           as far as I could tell
           one friend
           besides his mom and dad
           one boy who would cry for him
           when the time would come
           as it did
           a week after I made the stage
           for his last motorized ride
           his last view on the hillside crowd
           gathering up one last time
           the hurrahs like fragrant lilies
           tossed.

      
  
    more from Ruth Deming

 

 

Ruth Z. Deming is a psychotherapist and executive director of New Directions Support Group for people with depression, bipolar disorder and their loved ones. She was named 2007 Runner-Up Montgomery County Poet Laureate.