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Family Rattling: Poems
by William T. Carey
32 Poems ~ 48 pages
Price: $20.00
Cover Design: Shay Culligan
Cover Image: William A. Carey
Format: 6'' x 9'' ~ Perfect Bound
Publisher: Kelsay Books
ISBN #: 978-1-63980-511-2
To Order: Amazon.com
ABOUT THE BOOK:
William T. Carey’s latest collection lives up to its title: Family Rattling. To be sure, these poems “rattle” family experiences with nostalgia while resonating with contemporary life. After all, the more things change, the more they stay the same. If you love family, if you love poems that have you thinking: “Ah, yes! I know where you’re coming from.” This book will have you enjoying a patio “sit-down” with coffee and marmalade spread on a warm biscuit.
ADVANCE PRAISE:
Prepare to have your “hearts’ batteries rebooted” with Family Rattling. William Carey’s well-crafted verse explores the varied and evolving landscape of family relationships with one’s spouse, declining parents, maturing offsprings, and the occasional detour. Discover the power of putting on a loved one’s shoes, handing the remote control to someone else, and matching elbows.
–Jennifer Dotson, Founder of Highland Park Poetry and author of Late Night Talk Show Fantasy & Other Poems.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
William T. Carey lives with his wife in the Chicago area. Their child, an adult son, luckily visits frequently. Carey attended the University of Notre Dame and Washington University Law School. For decades, Carey has operated a real estate investment business with his siblings. In later years he returned to the world of language, his first love. A songwriter who recorded two albums of songs for families, Carey plays piano and guitar. Other interests include tennis, travel, reading, hiking, and tai chi.
FROM THE BOOK:
Last Love
by William T. Carey
When the visiting nurse said
It’s time to start morphine,
we turned the page to the last chapter.
Dad couldn’t read that one or any prior
for many moons.
He still smiled but mostly drifted,
marooned on his mind island.
Kept home, he sat comfy.
We held his hands and crooned old songs,
over-hoping to right forgotten wrongs.
We pulled the trigger reluctantly on hospice,
but that crew dug in deep with practiced kindness.
Our longtime carers had set the love bar high
but stepped aside adroitly.
In extremis, his black-hole sagging guy
could not absorb all the desperate good intention.
Some precious energy ricocheted to us,
of all needy people,
and rebooted our hearts’ batteries
for the final depletion.
We were now ready to love one last time,
to take the task to temporal completion.
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