Song For My Mother

Song For My Mother

A Poem by BetanuZwei

The first few years,

by far the easiest.

Band-aids on skinned knees,

though tearful, didn't really hurt.

 

You take me to the park,

I'd show you games

teach you rhymes I'd learned

from Jenny Taylor's big sister.

 

The haircuts. God, the haircuts.

I'd see yours cut so short,

strands fall to the floor

and I'd bawl my eyes out.

 

You never let them take

more than an inch.

In the end I'd sit on it

to prove I could.

 

The last distinguishable memory,

bridesmaid at a summer wedding.

You snapped a picture

shook it out, tore it up.

 

Then all that's left is white,

white walls, ceiling, sheets.

Tubes, monitors, bleeps,

band-aids, hair and half a polaroid.

© 2011 BetanuZwei


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BetanuZwei
BetanuZwei

United Kingdom



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My name is Beth, though Bet or Betanu are also fine. I have written online before using my pseudonym/alter-ego Brian. He has a facebook fanpage and everything ;) To save you wasting your time read.. more..

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