My Mother

I use to count her jewelry,
Taking careful inventory of what there was to be inherited.

Walking around in her shoes,
measuring the inches it would take to fill them.
Never knowing I'd one day
walk right out of them.
Sampling her perfumes,
attempting to figure out which one of her facades I wore best.
After all,
she was a woman
of many faces.
Spinning around infront of her mahogany looking glass,
I tried to find the similarities
"If only my words were like honey"
Her demeanor escaped me.
Seemed then as though our feet would remain sewn together at the souls,
I the shadow
Lining the walls.
And she the one casting it.

Reviews

[Markymark]

Solidad,

This is a great write. The use of Shadow metaphor in the ending lines is the tell-all. The feeling the piece evokes, of mother and daughter and the pedestal we place them on, the childlike curiousity.....all great use of words.

Great job--

Mark

[KimLove "The Beautiful ..]

I am not quite sure I read the same poem as MarkyMark did because took something else from besides metaphors I hear curiousity but I also hear resentment somewhere in amongst your words. I could be wrong but don't think so. Either way you did a wonderful job describing your feelings, gret imagery and very emotive. The last 3 lines really do say it all. much love Soli

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Wow...........I am speechless.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

you create cinematic motions with your words in three dimensional character offerings~ splendid!~

[PaperHearts]

Amazing! This was such a beautifully worded poem, and the images and emotions that you evoked were so touching. The idea of 'a woman of many faces' was really thought-provoking, and I found myself being able to relate to the way you described the relationship between the mother and the narrator of this piece. I liked the balance between the short lines and the longer lines, and found this poem to be a really stunning, lyrical write. Nice work,
~PaperHearts