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for her (my mother)
by Kathleen Wilsonred shoes in the closet
she tells me
now they are yours
I take them
little by little
she drops all the other colors
her heart turns blue
she holds it close to the earth
it is her mirror
she leans over it
she lays an egg
into the sky
a blue egg
to give it wings
she is always a fetus
as if at any moment
life could start over
the earth becomes her
she turns expectantly
to see me please her
with all the other colors
she sees as hope when I wear them
10/06/2009 Posted on 10/07/2009
Copyright © 2024 Kathleen Wilson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 10/07/09 at 01:56 PM ...sheesh! what a pic...you keep her alive in so many ways, so many colors, too cool. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 10/07/09 at 06:22 PM Your love for her could give warmth to the moon. Beautiful, Kath! Thanks. |
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