On Signing Your Power of Attorney
by Nancy Lazar
In the event you lose the page you bookmarked
I shall learn how you like the bed made
In the event your head fills with down
I shall feed the ducks on the pond
In the event you find a new hobby folding origami
I shall crane my neck like a swan
In the event you grow wings
I shall expect one ride over Mount Macungie
In the event you remember there is no Mount Macungie
I shall not hold you to the above agreement
In the event you need nothing from me
I shall unlock the gates to the steeple
Retired from eighteen years as a wood worker in her own business, Nancy Lazar found work as a stringer for a local branch of The Morning Call newspaper based in Allentown, Pennsylvania. She left that position to concentrate on creative writing after moving to her home in the foothills of the Pocono Mountains. Her poem based on “The Waste Land” by T.S. Eliot was chosen and recorded for Soundzine, July 2008 Beat Poetry Issue, and a poem in The Cleave, December 2008 Issue was chosen for the anthology for that year. She blogs at Word Craft.
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Nancy… Absolutely wonderful! I’m so pleased you found such a wonderful home for this piece. So nice to hear your voice. Congratulations, my poet friend… stace
Dearest Nancy, I can just hear the hands clapping. I’m so proud of you, and your father would be too. Mom
Nancy, having just gone through this process from signing the POA to opening the gates of the steeple your poem, with its fresh and poignant imagery, really resonated with me.