2 Poems

Bless Your Heart

It’s been nine years

since you left,

but I still think 

I saw you yesterday.

Sitting where I always 

found you

in your precious garden

working the dirt

with tired hands.

Your baggy clothes

are dusty with pollen,

your tan arms

are marked by thorns.

I remember playing

in the turned over dirt,

handing you

wilted flowers

that were long past due

Still, you smiled at me and said

“Bless your heart”

before you continued 

planting your soul.

Vinyl Records

I always admired the love you shared

For vintage vinyl

Carrying your portable player

With you everywhere

In order to hear the pure sound.

I love watching them spin

On the turntable

As the two of us lay on your floor

Listening to your newest find.

Timeless like your music

You are always able 

To find the right song to play

When the record in my head

Starts to skip.

About the Author

Meg McGee is a Junior Creative Writing major at Arcadia University. Her poetry is often inspired by her friends and family, and she uses it as a way to pay tribute to those she has lost. When she is not writing poetry or short stories you can find her in Arcadia's radio booth, broadcasting her radio show Fandom Express with her friend and fellow co-host Cheyenne Baker. Meg is currently looking forward to completing a summer internship with the online micropublishing company, Grimdark Magazine.