Accidental Poet

Hello Jack

Hello Jack

You don’t know me

But I know you grew up

In Lowell, Massachusetts

That’s the same city

My birthmother grew up in too

The city made a memorial park

In honor of you, Jack Kerouac

My mother lived next to it

Just before she died

In The Massachusetts Mills Apartments

And she’s buried not far

From where you’re buried

Not long after I found her grave site

I found where she lived

And I found the park

They made for you

With several granite monuments

Engraved with various excerpts

From your writings

Around that time, I myself

Began to write poetry

Mostly to bleed out my emotions

Of not finding my mother before she died

So, I sort of feel a connection to you

And respect you as a writer

I wish I could have known my mother

I have to wonder if you ever knew her

She was about four years younger than you

Though I didn’t find her soon enough

To tell her that I miss her and love her

I feel her presence in my poetry

And who knows, maybe even you

Nice talking to you Jack

~ Accidental Poet ~