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by Emily Davidson

after the vicious words
had all been thrown,
after the tears of her eyes
had run dry,
the bruise beneath her skin
just beginning to meet the surface,
my father announced
he was leaving

it was their anniversary

my mother
who was always a mother
before a sister, daughter, or wife
became the ground on which
my brother and i took root

at the kitchen table
four chairs, one empty
my mother fed us,
asked us about our day,
and we answered,
never returning the favor

10/28/2009

Posted on 01/14/2010
Copyright © 2024 Emily Davidson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by W. Mahlon Purdin on 01/19/11 at 04:11 AM

This is a terrific poem, wonderful thoughts, truthful imagery and then there is the never-returned favor. Your writing has a quiet-ness to its rhythm. Memorable. I loved it. Thanks.

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