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Just Another Day

I heard my mama call my name    
on this morning’s warm breeze,  
straining ears to listen closely    
while I blew smoke at the sun;    
though impossible, she’s gone    
and I stand on lazy weekend legs    
turning into my father’s house;    
divvying boxes take up space    
where she no longer lives    
   
I heard my mama in the kitchen,    
rinsed dishes held to the light ~    
a thorough inspection compelled;    
frustrated breaths blow    
unruly hair from her face    
~ but it sticks to her forehead,    
curling inward and outward again    
in the mid-afternoon Florida heat;    
she curses softly before fading    
   
I heard my mama sing to me,    
her beautiful, clear voice tainted    
by the pain within her mind    
where it gripped her by the wrists,    
to the sorrow beneath my soul    
where it grips me by the heart,    
begging me to rest before I wake    
to just another day where    
though impossible, she’s gone
Written by LunaGreyhawk (Jenn_Leigh)
Published | Edited 1st Mar 2022
Author's Note
Margaret Leigh Nelson 6/26/55 - 2/18/22. Rest well, Mama.
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