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Vision of Mother
Tonight, when I opened your closet door,
you were standing there as solid as you ever were,
smiling with asking eyes.
“What shall I wear?” you asked.
You must have seen my eyes resting on your breasts.
Did you also see my longing as your image faded?
As I closed your door I remembered your nakedness
while waiting for cremation. Alone with you,
I covered your breasts with the poems of others
before you were reduced to ash.
you were standing there as solid as you ever were,
smiling with asking eyes.
“What shall I wear?” you asked.
You must have seen my eyes resting on your breasts.
Did you also see my longing as your image faded?
As I closed your door I remembered your nakedness
while waiting for cremation. Alone with you,
I covered your breasts with the poems of others
before you were reduced to ash.
Published 17th Sep 2023
Author's Note
I had a strange vision of mother last night.
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I don't know how it felt to you, to me I thought it lovely if it was something your mother tended to do with you when alive - you sounded like the sort of mother-daughter pair who would be close enough to ask these things of each other. Brought a rhyme to my mind, when I had read it:
"What shall I wear?"
she asked, full bare,
in confidence
of my dress sense....
Still feel honoured at the thought one of my poems went with her.
"What shall I wear?"
she asked, full bare,
in confidence
of my dress sense....
Still feel honoured at the thought one of my poems went with her.
17th Sep 2023 6:45pm
18th Sep 2023 1:38am
Clothing her in poetry seems fitting - a beautiful gesture for someone who obviously valued poetry.
18th Sep 2023 2:23am
18th Sep 2023 6:57pm
19th Sep 2023 6:27pm
It felt comforting to me. A child and parent both laid bare. A very good write.
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