...m.o.t.h.e.r... by Michelle FloydMother,
You left me here, under your thumb,
and those Tuesday morning sandwiches,
the refrigerator doesn't look right
without you there.
Mother,
It is to you that I run, that I pray,
the hem of my skirt hard against my heart
and that Sunday morning absolution
The nave doesn't look right
without you there.
Mother,
I slipped off my leather bracelets for you,
my rock and roll hair, to my knees, for you,
and that Wednesday night poetry circle,
these words do not look right
without you there.
But I want you to know, mother, that when you went,
your wings caught me there, and upon your breath,
you set us all
free. 01/13/2007 Author's Note: My mother died this past year. Into the Earth she went.
Posted on 01/13/2007 Copyright © 2024 Michelle Floyd
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Posted by H.M Stevens on 09/30/09 at 10:58 PM Michelle, this is exquisite. |
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Posted by Tony Whitaker on 10/01/09 at 02:52 PM A beautiful eulogy to our most beloved, our mother. I think she smiles as she knows you, even more, through your words! |
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Posted by Mo Couts on 06/21/11 at 03:04 AM This is absolutely phenomenal. Wow. |
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