I hear my mother calling
--calling on the phone
(not from the porch)
then she asks for my name
her voice a green flame
of sudden language
her voice a green flame
of sudden language
my eyes round as our earth
I tell her my name
play her game
memory, fantasy, truth...
have all gone missing
but aren't missed
_____________________________
Pic: A turtle and some hatchlings sunning themselves on a rock in the Red Cedar. Another long walk by myself
5 comments:
I read your parenting dilemma several times and I still don't get it...do I need more coffee? I don't understand, aieee.
Also, your poem made me feel very nervous. Aging parents, it's really hard.
Funny.
Nicole--I'm so sorry!! It's wasn't my story (HS drama) so I was being vague. I think I'll go delete it now. I'll DM you so you aren't left wondering :).
The poem too was just something I was playing with--my mom still remembers my name.
Gillian--I was trying :).
Nice picture. I like the composition and the color of the water is striking. (Beth and I are always on the lookout for turtles and herons when we are near water because those were the kids' symbols in preschool.)
Thank you, Steph!
And now turtles and herons have added meaning for me too.)
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