#todayspoem
The Drop Off by Molly Twomey:

Everything’s a blur. You don’t play Talking Heads,
Bob Dylan, talk about work or your iffy stomach.

You read the road as if it’s encrypted
with what a father should say on a drive like this.

Should I apologize for your missed appointments,
unread emails? There is always someone

who needs you more. Mostly I’m sorry
that I’m not as happy as you raised me to be.

I want to ask the GPS the quickest route to end this silence.
When we reach The Centre you pull up and go straight

for the boot. This is what you know to do,
to lift the heavy thing, tell me to take your good umbrella.

You drag my suitcase to the door where the nurse stands
with a notepad and clutches your arm.

I’ll come back soon, you say,
but she smiles and says, It’s better if you don’t.

one of the things i love about poetry is the ability to tell a story with maximum economy

like here, a short story in 16 lines

(i recommend listening to the Poetry Unbound episode at the link above about it too)