Frames

Frames

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier

Frames

Most surreal,
the object my life
has become.

An exquisite taste 
of bad liquor,
the exotic barer 
of rotted fruit.

I have eyes falling over me,
all the time.

And I want
what every woman wants;
I think.

A hug from one son,
a kiss from the other,
and a smile from both.

Not the tears
that mix with my coffee
every single morning,
an acquired taste
of bitter bean
and salt.

I stare at the unblinking pictures
of my children
hanging on the wall.

Wanting to step through their frames
every once and a while.

© 2010 Abigale LeCavalier


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oh~ as a mother I find myself trailing your heartrending painting~ picking up pigments on the way~ aching to help you repaint the canvas~

Posted 14 Years Ago


poignant ~ a heart anchored in her children ~

Posted 14 Years Ago



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