yet attitude filled the gap between
her heel and the back of her shoe
fitted her better
My mother's eyes
calm, but clouded
another layer in between
separates us
The storm seemed like rain
she stopped looking at the window
and ran out to welcome
the wet confettis from heaven
Her hair was glorious
long black gorgeous
grey and musty
they now luster no more
My baby stared at me
the to her first chicken feet
disgust and excitement
in her eyes
Trembling she reached out
slowly breathed
intangible words
of quiet love
a month of camp
without me
said it was fun
i wont be here forever
At first there was hope
but now it all seemed
clearly our time
is nearing its end
your bursts of anger
i hardly remember
there were too many
to count and still love
bright blue sky
a scorn to what may
mom looked out
touched my furrowed brows
as you walk in your robe
my nose stings
you told me not to cry
'save that for my wedding'
my nose stings
you told me not to cry
'save that for my wedding'
"Don't comfort me.. That's my role, that's why I'm here"
"My baby"
"What was that, Mom...?"
One or two silent strokes, a bigger one two months ago, a trip and fall last night. mom's tongue is numbed, as with the left side of her body. Trouble breathing, but no trouble smiling. I don't know if that's a fight to stay alive, or just her waiting for all her children to gather around. A trip from the states took 2 days mom, so hold on tight. I'll be coming soon, my flight is in 2 hours.
