I've made it to day 75 of the 100 Day Project, only 25 days left. Today I was taking stock of all of my writing projects that I'm currently working on and the list is expansive and elusive. And yet, writing down all of them in a list made them less nebulous. It made it easier to see which ones I could tackle first.
In a Childhood
My mother never spared her tears,
our carpet turned gray with them.
If only she had a mother to hold her,
take her face in her hands and whisper
about memories of a better time.
Instead my mother only had me,
my hands small, I could not hold all of her.
I stroked her hair and tried to wrap
my child arms around her body.
I could never ring around her
and each time I couldn’t close the gap
between both of my hands,
when I couldn’t encircle her in my love,
I always felt that I had failed her.
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