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| For Mom |
Your gaze brushed my eyelids
as I read the poem you shared.
When done, I didn’t look up,
pretending to read on,
to savor this kiss
between Mother and Daughter.
You and I, we never agreed on much.
This time, there was peace.
The winds of difference, calmed.
A window flew open
with a soothing gust.
At last I knew.
You really, really loved me. |
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| Mama's Flower Dress |
Children! she cried,
in her patient voice.
Mama, floating in a sea
of lively pink rosebuds,
flowed from room to room
with each passing year.
The three of us, butterflies,
clung to one bud each,
with innocence swimming in our eyes.
We followed her path as time screamed by.
The screaming grew louder.
SHOUTS! CRIES! intruded our bluer sky,
piercing the ears
we never knew we had.
As the torment grew louder,
we left each rosebud…
reluctant,
and softly weeping.
Mama faded into the past.
As I stand before a screaming yellow sky,
barren, not a thing I can hold,
I wish I could clasp that rosebud again,
Mama. |
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| Strange Embrace |
The most loving embrace
I ever gave,
was over a toilet.
There sat my Mother
unable to speak,
pleading for response
from a body shutting down.
Our eyes met in fear.
We did not share
what we both knew.
Death whispered near.
I’m sorry she said,
as if she caused this,
had cruelly wished a curse
upon me, her caregiver.
In that second my heart split,
ripped raw by a mean and jagged knife.
My stronger, youthful arms reached out,
fiercely wrapped around her bony frame.
And there we paused
in a deep, strange embrace.
Resting, loving, weeping
for all things left unsaid.
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