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If I Could Go Back

by 
Judith Schiele

 I was not sitting on the front porch
 when you came through the doorway.
 If I had been 
 I could have picked you up,
 enticed you back inside with jelly beans,
 and once again 
 let you stuff too many in your mouth,
 and as it became too hard to chew,
 my eyes could swallow each little grimace
 that your face would make.
 I could laugh when juice ran down your chin,
 and allow you to spit into my hand
 when you were through.
 I could kiss the stickiness from your face, 
 tasting only your sweetness.
 and gathering you tightly,
 I could feel the life
 that has now gone from you.

 

 

Judith Schiele was born in Mississippi in 1945, lived in Arkansas for 23 years, and now again makes her home in Mississippi.  She has two daughters and one grandchild.  She worked for eighteen years as a buyer, manager, and fashion consultant.  She says that on November 1, 1996, poetry found her.  She states: "Writing became such a passion that I decided to leave my job and take one that gave me more freedom.  I have no formal training in writing.  I simply put my emotions into words."

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