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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
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
Published 26th Feb 2022
| Edited 1st Mar 2022
Author's Note
Margaret Leigh Nelson 6/26/55 - 2/18/22. Rest well, Mama.
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