Poetry Spotlight | “Gone” by Theresa MacDonald
Gone
The look in her eyes,
deep and dark,
told the story
without words.
White—
why white,
crisp sheets
and not blue
or polka dots?
Somehow
she was trapped
on this bed,
the pull of her world
closing in
too soon.
When we were kids
her gravity of grace
could make the ocean sway,
not unlike
the moon.
I guess I will have to
transform into a firefly
to bring light and joy,
to see her
in the night—
next time.
This poem completes a three-poem sequence by Theresa MacDonald, shared across the second half of January.
Theresa is a poet who grew up in a large family and began writing late at night at the kitchen counter, when the house was quiet, and the demands of daily life momentarily receded. Pushing aside piles of unfolded laundry, she wrote poems shaped by care, necessity, and attention. Her work favors lyric restraint and emotional clarity and explores memory, time, and the enduring ties between past and present.
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February 2, 2026 @ 12:59 pm
I love Thersa’s poetry. She evokes such emotion with such simplicity of words. Keep writing.