here, speak to Amma
my sister offers, holding
out the hair dryer to me
I gently receive the device
lift aside the strands of hair
caught in its grill, delicately
I set the roaring machine
to my ear where it begins
to angrily melt my earrings
at first I can't hear my mother
--speak a little louder--I beg
even as I feel bad for asking
as she sounds so, so tired
and now she's complaining
about how she forgot to bring
any money with her
2 comments:
This was a strange and specific dream, and I'll bet you felt both cheated and comforted when you woke up.
I love that you felt so guilty for asking your mother to speak up when she was coming to you from so far away, and that you were willing to suffer through pain and discomfort just to hear her voice, even though all she did was complain. That is a testament to your love.
Don't feel guilty that you lived so far away from her. I'm sure she reveled in your success and your happiness with your family. She parented you to be independent and to do well. You were a gem in her crown.
This is very moving.
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