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On My Mother Turning 30 in 1957

My mother†ended † †  
her 29th year†tra-la-la-ing † † † † † †
on †feckless gams† † † † † †
† †  
smack dab into the brick wall † †  
of the big three-oh-- †  
old at thirty?† What fool  
told her that? † † † † † † †
† † † † † † † †  
Each night the laying on of hands, † †
the transsubstantiation † †
of †Pond's Beauty Cream: †  
† †
Hail, Lois, full of grease, † † † † † † † †
the lard is with you †  
backed by a money-back guarantee. † † † † † † †
† † † † † † † †  
I remember how she wept †  
gathering tears within † † † † † † † †
torn tissues that fell† † † † † † † †
† † † † † † † †  
like gouts of snow † † † † † † † †  
snuggling there about her feet †  
Was that the day when
†† † † † † † † †
the little jars of emollients † † † † † † † †
with their madison avenue incantations † † † † † † †  
and the magic mirror, mirror on the wall
†† †  
denial-in-a-jar†began to lose their power? †  
tubes of lipstick sentinels† † † † † † †
all a-tumble in desuetude  
powders and puffs all poof, away!† † † † † † † †
† † † † † † † †  
Had she asked † † † † † † † †
i would have said that † † † † † † † †
the jumble of... things
cannot raise youth from the dead † † † † † † † †
† † † † † † † †  
and were never necessary †anyway† † † † † † † † † † † † † †
and that the dark clouds of age † † † † † † † †  
gathering there †at the horizon † †  
† †  
of her eyes were but promissary † †
notes for answers † † † † †  
yet to come. † † † † † †  
† † † †  
She did not ask† † † † † † † †  
and the years passed † † † † †
like dancers †dancing till they dropped † † † † †
†† † † † † † † †
and the abandoned accouterments † † † † † † † †
of beauty one by one disappeared † † † † † † † † † †
until the surrender was at last † † † † † † † †
† †
finalized and done, † †
hiding from the world disguised† † † †
in the body of an old woman with broom † † † †
bent back and sharpened tongue † †
†† † † † †
who hated men† † † † † † † †  
until all that remained † † † † †
was a final paper flower day † † † † † † † †
† †
folded like an origami memory † † † † † † † †
and neatly placed away † † † † † † †
next to the faded jar † † † † †
† †
of pond's beauty cream † † † † †
all in ghostly disarray. † † † † †
† † † † †  
† † † † † † †
Written 16 Jan 2024
Written by Mrd
Published | Edited 17th Jan 2024
Author's Note
Love you, Mama. Now and forever, and one more day after that.
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