About Christine Holt:
I am a divorced mother of two that had a severe head trauma injury due to a fall from a horse 5 years ago.
Shortly after the accident – poetry came. The words would just come and I went with it, not understanding how this bump on my head started this? I would be driving to work and they had to be put on paper as soon as I got to my desk.
The accident, kids, divorce, life after divorce and an elderly parent’s health decline. Needless to say, life was giving me the material to work with!
Mary’s Eyes — Christine Holt Her eyes are clear As they age Their clearness Invited me I wanted to See what they have Seen in 94 years Her mother, Father, siblings In the tar paper shack They called home Her father’s desk in the attic Where she watched him Pen the paperwork My father’s Handsome face, Full of surprise In front of the tire store As he is set up by Mary’s boss To take her To dinner then home Her first born, Trying to understand Why he would not Utter his first words The war, The depression, The rations of food and gas Young men leaving home And some blessed to return Days that we would Never understand now Her eyes are so clear Even as age has started To cloud her mind A long sentence Will get lost in those eyes “Keep them short,” I remind myself.