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Wiser
by Jody PrattI heard the age like a surprise in her voice for the first time.
Like a grandmother sounds when you're a child,
but as an adult it catches you off guard, and chokes you up inside
to hear that crackle in your mother's voice.
A lump sits in your own throat as you listen intently,
hanging on every word though you only listen for the voice.
The inner calmness that fades over you when you hear
a weathered stability in her shaken, crackled voice
reminds you of sanity -
Suddenly the last three years of silence seem irrational,
incomprehensible, but mostly unforgivable; yet oddly
forgiveness comes easy
because there's too little time. 03/14/2014 Author's Note: I love you mom.
Posted on 03/14/2014
Copyright © 2024 Jody Pratt
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/14/14 at 07:31 PM Really sweet Jody. Reminded me a lot of my own mom in that her voice too was crackly at the end, sadly the result of radiation treatment for Cancer. I can definitely feel the love here, and it's great to relate. :) |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 03/15/14 at 11:58 AM This is an incredible read. I love the chronology of it, admixed with an off beat quality and the way you wove it all together to make something quite memorable. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 03/15/14 at 01:33 PM At the end there never seems to be enough of what we are losing, time! Really nice write. |
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