"tolerations" poems
She
(my mother
is not of softness but is of steel reinforced concrete.
she will give what she feels is deserved.
nevermore {beg if you like}
neverless
regardless of the cost to herself.
. . but deep, deep
as fair as rock is she.
her greetings are tolerations. her goodbyes, predictions
- of my forseen failures.
. . still i seem to remember . .
a
* glimmer *
of a laugh, a
~whisper~
of a touch *so
very
long
ago . . /*
perhaps one day as she lies resting I will take my mothers hand
and kiss her upon her marble forehead
and speak "I love you mom"
and a single tear will drop from my face
onto her face
. . . and the coldness within her will bre-
-ak
and my mother will break.
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 1:29 AM UTC