She was once solid
Determined to get the highest marks:
#1 in her class, trying to exceed all expectation
Medicine was her dream; okay with dead bodies and curious as to how they got that way
She came to this country to find something
She was solid
Community college was too expensive
And her bulging belly preceded her whimsical marriage
Her two children, she loved dearly for a good portion of time
Her husband, not so, not faithful, not whole was her love for him; he was all she couldn't be he was solid
She came to every PTA meeting and every class trip
Too attached
She was liquid
She became those around her, those moms at PTA meetings
Sneaking liquor on school busses heading to Disney World; pretending they love their hardworking husbands
And leaving their children
She began to have other aspirations
Dead people didn't fancy her anymore, sanguine faces was all she knew
She was liquid
She let her children go, so young, so foolish
Not whole
The oldest was most appalled and began to act out by not acting out
The oldest was locked away for a bit; the youngest still loved her mothet so sweetly, so faithfully
She was clay
Her friends-which change every year or so
Have molded her
And she is solid
this is on my mother