Mama's hands were smooth and cool When she pushed my hair back and told me not to worry Because sometimes mommies and daddies fight, but that's okay. My childhood stretched before me A long dirt road where daddy's absence hung in the air like The sour smell of whiskey On his breath When he tucked me in at night He always had the same shade of lipstick smeared on his neck I found it later in a Walgreens downtown Revlon number seven, Not Your Mother's Mauve How ironic, I thought. Because Mama never did wear lipstick
I remember nights where she sat in the living room Painted blue, she kept her anguish in a secret place Where I am not, and daddy always will be She kept him there Suspended in a light Not of scrutiny but of love And I hated him for it Because my mother's loss would tear her apart And I was left behind a closed bedroom door The grieve for my happy family.
Another creative writing assignment. Using a few 2-word phrases from other poems that we liked.