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Still, She Smiles
She smiles silently from his bedside table like
a shrine to the woman who grounds his life.
Her face is that of a wife and mother who has
known hardships and illness but continued to love.
She smiles silently from his bedside table
as the sound of our bodies fill the room.
Can she know it is body against body again and again.
Does she hear the soft shuffling of sheets
and muffled whispers of a woman she’s never met?
I’m afraid to speak, certain that she will hear.
Still, she smiles.
a shrine to the woman who grounds his life.
Her face is that of a wife and mother who has
known hardships and illness but continued to love.
She smiles silently from his bedside table
as the sound of our bodies fill the room.
Can she know it is body against body again and again.
Does she hear the soft shuffling of sheets
and muffled whispers of a woman she’s never met?
I’m afraid to speak, certain that she will hear.
Still, she smiles.
Published 29th Jul 2024
| Edited 21st Aug 2024
Author's Note
I remember mother writing a poem about a woman's portrait on her lover's will. I recently had a similar experience in a hotel room and drew from mother's poem as a writing prompt. The link is to my mother's poem: https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/452687-she-smiles/
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