3 poems by Emma Lee
It started at Kansas, roughly centre,
and two strands of blue for back stitches:
the calm, smooth line of a river.
At each stitch, it felt as if she was by my side
instead of undergoing another round of treatment.
Her remission had been short-lived.
The map spread north from Wichita to the Canadian border
and west to Seattle and south to San Francisco, grew major cities
and landmarks: Mount Rushmore, the Golden Gate Bridge.
They triggered memories of holidays...