A Mother Teaches a Young Boy how to Make His Bed

A Mother Teaches a Young Boy How to Make his Bed


Mothers hands emerge, freckles
Peppered over thin white
Skin
And raised blue veins,

From beneath the mattress.

They sweep and divide mountains.
The sheets smooth
Ocean
Of white and remorse for sleep

Under the mattress

Tucked away in hospital
Corners
A secret of tenderness
Forgotten between

Support and disbelief

 
So tight a quarter can bounce
                      .
Saturday morning back into her palm

Just like this and this is how

as these tiny hands panic the wrinkles into
want of a sleeping bag
impossible Questions

Easy; her face says
A warm memory over mine, her hands
Immediate as a pillow

Not like that just

Gently, gently: like you would treat a woman. 

Reviews

[SMcIlhon]

Dude, put some of your stuff on here. I love the image of the quarter bouncing off the bed. I also thought you ended it very nicely, softly. Well done.