Poem About MothersA Poem by CourtniReneeFor the things that shouldn't have happenedClose your eyes picture your mother. No, not the one that sang to you about clumsy spiders, rain in April. Don’t picture that woman who rocked you on her breast, ran soft fingers through new hair. Instead dredge up the image of the battered teenager who forced you from between quivering thighs and swollen lips bathed you in angry piss before passing you to waiting hands. Sketch her hair, brown roots trickling between unwashed blonde, framing her face, cheekbones pressed high against green eyes stalked by dirty freckles. Don’t look at your own face. The resemblance will be distracting. Listen closely to her rough voice, the sound of rock and smoke when she laughs, though you seldom hear it. Picture your mother. Tell her young love is a lie some locks and curtains are meant to stay closed. Prod and pester until she returns to her own mother, Take the green glass bottle from her hand, Snap her denim jacket back up. Tell her nightmares of blistered feet, lost babies, how her little sister misses her. Tell her to cherish her time. Picture that mother who shouldn’t be a mother turn her left, back to warm cotton sheets and coffee with cream. Tell her to wash her face, button her shirt grow up. Picture your mother. Picture my mother. © 2016 CourtniRenee |
StatsAuthorCourtniReneeSpringfield , MOAboutIf I know nothing else, I know that I am myself, and that is enough for me. more..Writing
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